“Do you remember our road trips?”
She could hear Dylan’s ‘Like a Rolling Stone’ as they drove down Highway One towards Big Sur.
She could feel the sun on her face as she tasted her first beer on the cobblestones outside the Menin Gate.
She could smell the fresh bread from the boulangerie they had found tucked down a side street in Annecy.
She could feel the cool weight of the snow globe she had bought from the Christmas Shop in Heidelberg.
Her smile reached her clouded eyes as she held her friend’s papery hand. “Of course I remember them.”
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