Nostalgia is tricky.
You forsake the fine print in service to the bigger picture.
Life in soft focus.
But there must have been a time when you were asleep in the sun on the Fourth of July.
Floating in an inner tube.
And it was enough and everything and nothing at all.
The memory unspoiled and sharp in your mind.
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