This is truly exquisite. You use words so beautifully to weave such imagery and emotion.
"He folds the memory of last night in two, tucks the feelings it brings neatly into the crease and puts it in a creaky drawer at the back of his mind. In a neat pile with the smell of his mother, the nervous giddiness of stepping onto a stage in front of a crowd, his dad’s strong, capable hands showing him how to replace a carburetor, the sound of his own voice soaring, clear and high" :: wow; so painful and insightful.
I truly can Not wait for the rest of this. I've had to stop a few times to *breathe* and not rush my way through it.
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"He folds the memory of last night in two, tucks the feelings it brings neatly into the crease and puts it in a creaky drawer at the back of his mind. In a neat pile with the smell of his mother, the nervous giddiness of stepping onto a stage in front of a crowd, his dad’s strong, capable hands showing him how to replace a carburetor, the sound of his own voice soaring, clear and high" :: wow; so painful and insightful.
I truly can Not wait for the rest of this. I've had to stop a few times to *breathe* and not rush my way through it.
Lovely.
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