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  • The immediate sound of croaks engulf your senses just as quickly as the engine halts its roar. The abrupt shut of the door forces you to blink and invites you to reconcile the ever constant feeling of haste over the road that same engine hovered upon moments before; as they tenderly raced the indigo sky.

    Finally with its shadowed blanket over their world, the heavy shoes meet the rocks, until they fade into grass that have hugged around the concrete walls called home. Under the cloak of darkness, openly persuades me into delving into the clarity of vividness from the sound of every step, transporting me into my bygone subconscious.

    The stillness of footsteps only further excites the croaks, creating the familiar-yet-not-forgotten images and vivid emotions that extend flashbacks further into our (and only our) bittersweet and evermore delicate memories.
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