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[mute_clay]

The first time I saw the Forest I didn’t know any words yet. Ma was likely hanging the washing or somesuch and had taken me outside

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[wild_callie]

SO beautiful, as always :)

[caraghdelaluna]

Memories run together, I think. They get confused, and you don't know what you're supposed to remember and what you're not -- and you certainly don't know what order you're supposed to remember it in.

But sometimes things are clear.

Sometimes you just know, yes? That that's not a dream, or a later memory you think was earlier.

Some things you just know.

[mute_clay]

Some things are just - they're like pebbles. You can't deny that a pebble is there when you hold it in your hand. Or when you feel it in your shoe.

Most like that last really. Except digging into your heart and not the sole of your foot.

[caraghdelaluna]

*smiles* Yes. That fits. Yes.

Early on -- I have the memories, but I don't know what goes where. There are just feelings, mostly. Like the pebble, I suppose. You can't see it, always, but you know it's there.