July 30, 2020

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I remember it so well, releasing my moms hand walking through some crowded place so I could bend over to examine some sticky gob of a brand new life form I had never in my 6 years seen before on the sidewalk that remarkably stretched and snapped when pulled and smelled like the water grandma put her teeth in and tasted like if pine trees made candy and then shortly after docking back onto the mothership to excitedly tell her about my new discovery and looking up and realizing, to my horror, that it wasn't my mother at all but some lady whose hand was a dead ringer for my moms sporting the exact same five fingers I was used to, and was now kindly leading me back to where I belonged.