The immediacy of grief meant I woke up in tears. The dream felt so real, the replaying of an old Imax recording by the brain, a reflex action for every situation of our lives, but the storage vault to which we have no access to, so designed to prevent us from wasting too much of present to reminiscing.

Candy, my dear Candy, she was excitedly running around the house, I could hear the little clicks her paw-nails made with the floor tiles. I was getting the leash from its usual spot, hanging from the hook in the wall, in the balcony and she knew that meant she was going down for a walk. She bounded towards me and then the realization set in.

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