When you left, you left behind many things. Many things that remind me of you. Some of these things I hold tight in my dreams. Some of these things I wish I could forget. And sometimes, I suddenly remember, you.
My ballet teacher likes to say that your body will remember the stretches that you do, so the more you practice, the more your body will remember.
Memory, is a very strange being.
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