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it’s funny,
the things remembered most
too often,
i exist in a dream-like state,
pictures flooding in
because some song on the radio
insisted that i hadn’t reminisced 
in far too long
like, the way hank williams songs
remind me of learning to drive
a stick shift
in the pasture behind
my great grandparent’s house
or how when incubus plays
i’m taken back to that night
in the biting wind
when we stood against the stage
and sang our hearts out
to every song
or like whenever
strawberry wine
comes on the radio,
i suddenly find myself
under coral skies,
moments falling like petals
from dandelions
memories echo in every line
and i get lost in the 
every single time
– ashley jane