Looking up

Sometimes the sky just stops you in your tracks.

You look up, and that endless blue and white ceiling above is startling.

As I'm looking through the pictures and deciding I like the angle of this one, she looks over my shoulder.

"Looks like Church Street," she tells me.

I've no reason to doubt her.

She pauses. "Do you remember that you used to live there?" she asks. "A long time ago?"

I just laugh and tell her that she must be thinking of somebody else.



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