I don't want to get all sappy here, but I have realized lately how much the past is always with us. It comes back to get you when you least expect it- like when you hear an old song and it brings back the exact emotions you were feeling when it was popular. I was walking down the hall yesterday and suddenly a smell- which I couldn't identify in words- took me to a particular place and time. I still couldn't tell you what the smell was- some cologne I wore in high school? The past is there, inside. You can run, but you can't hide.
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