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May. 7th, 2004

Every once in a while I get this feeling... it's like a flashback, only not of any memory. It's a thing, it's a time, it's a feeling. It's a shag rug. It's a macrame plant hanger. It's brown. It has curves, and makes me think of art deco. It has a deck, and it has a woman with long, flowing hair. She might be wearing a jumper. It almost feels bad to name it, because it can't be captured or named. It feels safe. It feels right.

It's probably an amalgamation of memories from my very early childhood. But it feels like a bizarre fairy world that I could chase down and find around an unexpected corner.


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May. 7th, 2004 04:06 pm (UTC)
This is going to sound really weird, but i know _EXACTLY_ what you mean.

I get this feeling all the time, and mine includes really big wooden furniture (kind of like how _all_ wooden furniture looked with i was a small child) and huge open windows looking out over a freshly mowed summertime lawn. It's early morning, but the sun is already fully up, and i've just put on a bathing suit. The warmth from the sun through the windows and the smell of mildew, chlorine and freshly cut grass ... i'm sad, but i dont' know why, even though everything seems so wonderful.


May. 7th, 2004 04:28 pm (UTC)
i'm glad i am not the only one! and it's /really/ hard to describe and i don't know what triggers it, only that i'm glad when it's triggered.
May. 7th, 2004 04:49 pm (UTC)
The woman with long flowing hair? THAT WAS ME!!!!
May. 7th, 2004 05:33 pm (UTC)
I can totally picture you in a jumper.
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