A meme, yes, I try to avoid them but I do get sucked in from time to time. I thought this would be a nice one for a group that's heavily larded w/ writers
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I remember the smell of your hair when you stood in front of me in the queue for the movie. I bent to sniff the bare nape of your neck. You didn't move, or even know I was there.
I saw you in the museum. I noticed you because your little girl was hopping up and down the stairs in front of the Chagall mural. Up two, down one, up two, down one, with no sign of tiring. I remember thinking, with what now seems a treacly excess of emotion, that I’d been exhibiting quite a bit less verve and pizzazz in my pointless activities. But as I passed, coast still buttoned tight against my throat, I looked at the bright yellow Russian sun. I caught your eye, jumped ahead two steps, and then kept going.
when you stood in front of me in the queue
for the movie. I bent to sniff the bare
nape of your neck. You didn't move,
or even know I was there.
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I saw you in the museum. I noticed you because your little girl was hopping up and down the stairs in front of the Chagall mural. Up two, down one, up two, down one, with no sign of tiring. I remember thinking, with what now seems a treacly excess of emotion, that I’d been exhibiting quite a bit less verve and pizzazz in my pointless activities. But as I passed, coast still buttoned tight against my throat, I looked at the bright yellow Russian sun. I caught your eye, jumped ahead two steps, and then kept going.
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