Nostalgia is a strange thing. Seeping into those pauses of the day when no one is looking. A retrospective notion lost to paper-thin memories, crinkled by time. The bittersweet taste that lingers on tongues seeking for the right words, the right feelings, the right time.

Vy Doan, “Rain”

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