Finished Folds (1—3)
4in the day of moon landings and flower children. Those were the days; days that did not require talent. If you could get through school, the afternoon blossomed with possibility.
2before real memory. Music; it surrounds us all, but few "tune" in. Melody, it seemed had no choice. Life's syphony was threaded through her soul.
2Deje vu. Isn’t that what they called this? This was a barely coherent thought. Liz stared at the display case, wondering why she was reacting like this to an old piece of jewelry.