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Sometimes I wonder where all the lost things go.

The sequined glove.

The fedora.

The moonlit sidewalks.

The cassette-tape dreams we carried through the eighties and nineties, certain that a flash of stage lights and a glittering silhouette could turn an ordinary night into something impossible.

Perhaps they all gather somewhere beyond the stars.

A place where strangers are never alone.

Where childhood lasts a little longer.

Where broken hearts still dance.

And maybe, on certain nights,

when the world grows quiet enough,

you can almost hear a distant shamone carried on the wind.

Not gone.

Just beyond the curtain.

Waiting in the moonlight. 🤍