the harsh fluorescent light gives way to nebulous glow, soft and gentle. is it possible to hear the voices from the past speak again, if only in your mind? blurring the border between memory and between the present, blending memory into a vision.
the vision is of home and you see your mother's face come up to you, and offers you food - you want to go to the places you know well, where you went as you were growing up. but this time you are an adult, you have grown and still home has a special place in your heart, distant never in dreams, only in the physical realm.
reaching out to thin air, you wonder why nothing is there. it was real then.
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