Never the same…

21 May

Walking in the sun, I take in the colours, sounds smells without focusing on any precise details. I’m in a haze of the world. I pass a table of older people drinking coffee and catch a fragment of conversation: “I was never the same after that…”
What were they talking about? The phrase haunts me for the rest of the day.

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