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  • Now we look so much older. Looking in the mirror is often a surprise. It's not so much that I don't like what I see as I forget how different I look. Lately I have been more nostalgic than ever for childhood. I feel so disconnected from the younger, smaller (and happier, I sometimes think) me.

    This picture was taken in August near Asheville. My parents, brother, and I hiked up to the top of a bald on the last day before returning home to Atlanta. My brother and parents decided to go to the next bald over, but I ran back to the car for my guitar. Zack and I sat on the bald looking out over the Blue Ridge Mountains singing songs when he came back from the adjacent bald. It felt good, in the tugging-at-your-soul kind of way that you can never really find the right words too. This song, Aya, is the closest fit for the feeling that I have found so far. It was a feeling of reaching backwards, and forwards at the same time.

    I wonder when we cease to be children in our own minds, and begin to wish we were again. I don't remember when it happened for me, I just know that it did. But moments like this make me less sure. That time on that mountain felt almost like back then.

    Some things will always remain.

    (Music - Aya, by Coyote's Sun with Baye Kouyate)
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