Wildflowers

Dear Diary,

I remembered something else today. It seems if I am in a place that is similar to somewhere I’ve been before it brings up a memory from when I had a body. I’d say when I was alive but I still feel alive so that doesn’t feel right to say.

Anyways, I was floating along a path and remembered walking with a sweet older woman picking wildflowers. It was a long time ago. I think that woman was my grandmother. I hope I remember more about her because she seems so nice.

If going to new places and meeting people jogs up old memories then I think I’m going to try to do everything, see everything I can, meet new people. So I can learn. So I can remember.

​And maybe I’ll make some new friends along the way.

Violet

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