I’m remembering how to imagine. I’m remembering how to close my eyes and let sounds have a life of their own. When I was a child I could create a world in moments. A small God of minds.
I remember songs that would instantly take me to open fields where angels sang in a perpetually moonlit…
A room full of magic
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