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I always thought that I was special. That I held a space. Somewhere. But over the years it has become clear that I am more of a garden variety flavor of the season. Something people weren’t aware of, but once they got a taste, it stirred things within themselves that they were oblivious to. Of course, seasons change. And how much can a particular flavor sustain its welcome? Yet I am craved after many seasons have past. Like picking berries and coming across a surprisingly sweet and juicy one, people always remember that particular intensity. I thought I was special to someone, anyone, for a while. But I’m not. I thought I would hold a space. Somewhere. But holding spaces come with a lot of emptiness. Don’t you think? I am craved most when people remember what the intensity of who they are feels like. But life moves on and memories can only be bittersweet. ~•~ a beautiful milieu Art Heike K