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You know the feeling, when you're going about your life, as usual, when you see something, hear something--smell something familiar--and suddenly, you're in the past, seeing memories?
I saw that today; it was a sunbeam, actually. I saw that sunbeam and thought suddenly of the time I spent three weeks at a cadet camp, one to make you a better instructor. I remember I had borrowed a book from my roommate--one on the vicious politics of the fifteenth-century, I think--and was lying on my stomach, reading. The sun was setting, and it threw a golden cast on everything--on the rust-colored iron bed frames, the white walls, the vinyl-tiled floor--making the room not an old thing from the 1950s, but instead--well, those are the inexpressible words.
I saw that today; it was a sunbeam, actually. I saw that sunbeam and thought suddenly of the time I spent three weeks at a cadet camp, one to make you a better instructor. I remember I had borrowed a book from my roommate--one on the vicious politics of the fifteenth-century, I think--and was lying on my stomach, reading. The sun was setting, and it threw a golden cast on everything--on the rust-colored iron bed frames, the white walls, the vinyl-tiled floor--making the room not an old thing from the 1950s, but instead--well, those are the inexpressible words.
