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for  a quick jot it’s in  there somewhere fumble under my last vacation’s embroidered coin purse bunched up nose  tissues pink lip liner yesterday’s crumpled grocery receipts a neon yellow memory   falls out  of my hand and screams ****** ****** in the middle of  a quiet  hallway.
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
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for  a quick jot it’s in  there somewhere fumble under my last vacation’s embroidered coin purse bunched up nose  tissues pink lip liner yesterday’s crumpled grocery receipts a neon yellow memory   falls out  of my hand and screams ****** ****** in the middle of  a quiet  hallway.
How a random  object  in your daily  goings on can take you right back to a specific  time and place  .That one spoke volumes.
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
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