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Preparation. I have practiced long and hard for this one moment. Anticipation is hardest. Sitting in a plastic chair. Many emotions pass through me. Nervous, hopeful, excitement, fear. I don't know which to choose. People wish me luck.
I gaze at his eyes, a color I don’t recall; forgetful in love.
You know the meaning of stop and think, You know the meaning of filtering, You know the meaning to breath after each sentence, Even better not externally thinking out loud, Or even being blunt.
Snapshots,     glimpses,sometimes mirror images   of faces     reflect in my brain. Once familiar people     and namesare now distant   and fading     ghosts.
Memories lie at the bot- tom of a deep, clear pool.
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