In a dusty old box, lost in a maze. I searched for a relic of your past. A vinyl disk, the one we listened to countless times on a Sunday. I lowered the needle and the warm tones ran like a woodland stream, transporting me back to when things were blue. Because today is a Sunday and I simply miss you.
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Alexander Richter grew up in Washington’s small town of Rainier accompanied by his twin brother and their imaginations. He now lives in Vancouver with his wife and golden retriever, Willow. View all posts by Alexander Richter