A weekend trip back to a place I hadn't been in almost 50 years. Seeing friends I'd not seen in all these years. They escape the masks of them I had carried in my memory all these years, escape into the people they are now.
I find images of myself that long ago in the yearbooks and I escape back into who I was then.
Talking catches me up and flings me back and forth between these like locations.
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