The Perfect Piece Of Memory

My eleven year old hand frantically swishes the mouse around As the pixelated face of Harry Potter bobs around the computer screen Both of us trying to remember the next spell Both of us stuck in the surrealness of our perfect worlds. 10 points for Gryffindor, announces my stereo soundboxes. I pause the game to... Continue Reading →


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