You pick a day to commemorate old times.
You pick a moment.
An expression. A flicker.
It burns into the deepest part of your memory.
Actually, you don't pick. When the moment passes, you know this one will stay with you.
Somehow your brain chooses to immortalize it out of all others.
You just don't protest. Perhaps, you can't.
Sometimes it's a song you can't even understand. But the sound will remain powerful.
For eternity.
Which I needn't tell you, is a hell of a long time :P
..and now, it feels like another life. Much like the recollection of a novel that you experienced first hand. Adventurous. Some details too hazy, few rather vivid.
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