Déjà vu

I don’t know what it reminded me of. I felt like I was in ten different places, at ten different times in my life. The vivid color made me think that perhaps I was just dreaming, my mind combining a million memories into one solid, deceptively-real  illusion. They were bittersweet memories of good times tinged with sadness at knowing they would soon end. It was too cold to stay outside and add more layers to dream. Those would have to come at another time.

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