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sally_sparrow
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I’m obsessed with lights. For whatever reason, my memory points for the most passionate and indulgent moments of my life are defined, in my memory, by the lighting associated with them.
I remember the first love of my life…and the orange spilling through blinds onto her stomach.
I remember the stranger, painted in purple and yellow, whispering, under the stage, reminders that I don’t owe anyone anything.
I remember my boss, straight fluorescent, grabbing me and telling me she was proud of me.
It’s light. That’s how I think about everything.
Thank you for sharing that here. I do something similar with colors. It's interesting how we all store memories.

Maybe Starfucks can cater an event 