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20/20 vision in hindsight.
As the year wound down into nothingness – I ponder upon
the origins of this fixation. I wrack those annals of history for
silhouetted details. To cherish a foundation built of stars &
flora. All on Memorex.
As I remember it – it was a story that begins, like any other,
at the stroke of twilight. I don’t have an answer to why it
began, but boy, the when & the how of that beginning, was
serendipitous gold - to say the least.
Something straight out of a Meet Cute playbook, it was an
encoded chirping that struck off a frequency only two people
in that vicinity could’ve clashed with – and two people it did.
The encrypted chirruping of a certain Ms. Chapman, Ms.
Wright & Ms. Mackenzie. A fictionalized account of an
educational tale that wasn’t too out of place in a classic Quora
posting, with the author-in-question penning together a
vivid story. What set it apart however was an uncanny je ne
sais quoi of weaving three characters so inconspicuously
within the composition – Bronte would’ve blushed.
