Day 118: A Phantom of an Erased Life

In speaking to a friend last night about 1000 Days I discovered something about what I am doing here.  Unfortunately in the light of morning I no longer recall that epiphany.  My inclination is to determine that such forgettable conversations hold no true value.  However, I can’t escape the feeling that some time traveler tampered with my flow in the stream, my recollection of the epiphany merely a phantom of that erased life-thread.

I’d hoped that writing about it would assist in removing the flimsy veil I know stand between us.  It has not.

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