I talked to the sprites in the garden every dewy morning. They'd flit away at first, but later they'd come back & listen to my stories of foreign lands. They only ever knew the mossy stones that made the garden walls & nothing farther beyond. So putting the groceries in the boot at the Tesco car park was a riveting story. After a while, I didn't even need to say anything. If I let the memories flow open, they could see them, fast forward & rewind over the details.
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