Collection of beautiful things #001
Falling into deep, cozy conversation with a familiar old friend such that time and space temporarily slip away. Perhaps it’s late at night. Perhaps you’ve both had a little something to drink. Likely, you are reminiscing together about times so long ago that they seem like another life. And perhaps you say so, feeling that in a quarter century (or so) you have lived several lives. “No, no other lifetimes,” they assure you, “you’re always you and I’m always me. That’s just life.”
