Memory Lane

In our town we actually have a street named Memory Lane and I park there sometimes to gaze at the stars and think about my life. Last night I watched the clouds drift over a red moon and thought of the time that the school burned, flames leaping into the night, brighter than the Aurora Borealis… Then I didn’t know if the terrible thing that I had been thinking was a memory of something that truly happened or a dream about something that could happen.

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