A few little notes
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I know it’s a double-edged sword, but I love how memories work. Standing in the kitchen making pizza with the TV on in the other room and I hear a few notes in succession that plucked this song from my memory like a little fish from a pond. The child I was alone in a big white room bathed in the bright morning light, plopped down on the quintessentially 70s hideous shag carpet with piles of my mother’s 45s all around me. This song was the B side, but I liked it better than the A side. The story of it would play in my head like a movie, a little different every time.
I know it’s a double-edged sword, but I love how memories work. Standing in the kitchen making pizza with the TV on in the other room and I hear a few notes in succession that plucked this song from my memory like a little fish from a pond. The child I was alone in a big white room bathed in the bright morning light, plopped down on the quintessentially 70s hideous shag carpet with piles of my mother’s 45s all around me. This song was the B side, but I liked it better than the A side. The story of it would play in my head like a movie, a little different every time.
