Though I saw it all around
Never thought I could be affected
Thought that we'd be the last to go
It is so strange the way things turn

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Story Bone

When you're in this line of work, you develop a memory for details. You remember how you stood, what position your arms were in, how the other person moved, what their history was, the look on their faces, the color of their eyes. But I still have problems keeping names.

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