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Ok, gimme me your best day, take your best shot at perfection. Our minds take experiences and press them grape-like, into the intoxicating liquor of memory. The vivid ones linger - unaltered - like youthful Internet mistakes forever posted. Someday to beckon us back, teasingly - like bright, neon signage. . Peter’s off again to job interview (second round, in Geneva), he was only here two days but something of him remained behind. Oh, fingerprints for sure - but memories too - like scattered Christmas wrappings - or a poem.
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Aug 6, 2023
Aug 6, 2023 at 3:42 PM UTC
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Ok, gimme me your best day, take your best shot at perfection. Our minds take experiences and press them grape-like, into the intoxicating liquor of memory. The vivid ones linger - unaltered - like youthful Internet mistakes forever posted. Someday to beckon us back, teasingly - like bright, neon signage. . Peter’s off again to job interview (second round, in Geneva), he was only here two days but something of him remained behind. Oh, fingerprints for sure - but memories too - like scattered Christmas wrappings - or a poem.
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Aug 6, 2023
Aug 6, 2023 at 3:42 PM UTC
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