… First Known When Lost: Visitants.
As I noted in a recent post, I never use the word "commonplace" in a pejorative sense. The same is true of the word "prosaic." The visitants from our past often (perhaps nearly always) move us because they arise out of, or are intertwined with, that which is commonplace or prosaic. We have no way of knowing what moments will come to define our lives, nor what part of each moment will haunt us all our days.
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