It's strange to see people from my past reappear unexpectedly in my life once again, passing me on the street as I try to keep my balance on the edge of the pavement.
They're not necessarily people I've ever been close to; sometimes it's someone I used to bump into in the school corridors when the building seemed huge and scary.
Sometimes, I lift my look in confusion, trying to recall who the violent perfume scent reminds me of.
Sometimes it's people I used to share social networks with — exactly those who represented most of my friends before I cut them off in the name of growth. I smile and nod politely, letting them know I haven't forgotten them. I have though. I I haven't thought of them for years.
Sometimes, I recognise a deep voice or laughter sung out loud and I have to shake my head due to déjà vu.
And then sometimes, recognition hits me like a strong wind, carrying me back to my past on the wings of memory.
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