In her eyes was the reflection of everything that mattered: old diners with neon signs, vinyl records, celluloid film, drive-in movies, Pears soap, department stores, her brother?s old blue Camaro car and the smell of coal dust in the rainy sky of a summer lightning storm.?And all the nice bright colors of the past that she thought were gone for good came flowing back into her life like a wave of nostalgia flooding over her, reds, yellows, blues and greens drenching her gray memories in psychedelic ribbons and glittering fireworks.?She hoped that the world would always hold those miniscule yet beautiful, deep and mysterious traces of memory.
/Rebecca McNutt/
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