Maxine Stone s New LifeChapter 373
It might have been a long night for those who kept watch, but I spent mine listening to music. Music which had been old, when I first heard it. I first heard it while riding in my dad's old pick up. I was lost in memories. Memories so real I could hear his voice while the real world passed by outside my door. My memories were even more real that night, than they had been before the change. The memories of my dad were just as real as the ones of me running through the jungle an hour earlier....