Like a watershed

The year was 1997.

Like a watershed. Before. And. After.

The year was 1997.

Something ends and make a beginning possible.

The “before” will and shall always be there. Impossible to delete.

It’s like when you walk up from the water after a swim – but now, you never will be able to dry.

The water will stay and you will freeze and long for the other side of the watershed even if you don’t want to be there.

The water will never dry.

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