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As I age, I find myself reminiscing on the past a lot more. Deep in thought, replaying experiences, based on feelings my body remembers. My senses doing the heavy lifting. My mind putting it together. The sounds and smells, the feel, and energy. Wrist twisting, like a stir fry(whip it) and it’s 4k. Vivid memories. Things I hope I never forget. SInce as far back as I could remember, I’ve always been an observer. I mean, technically, I’m looking, but what I do is listen. To everything. One of the many beauties about our senses is the way they come together. Like hair clippers being turned on. I could see the motion and I observe the action but it’s the sound I remember distinctly. There’s this crack noise it makes that is truly unique. If you know you know. I remember knowing what step the barber was at, just by the feel and sound of his instrument of choice. The bigger clippers were always on the warmer side. When he went against the grain of my hair, with those clippers, I knew I ...