Archiving Memory.

When she's in the mood, she'll give me something that makes me linger, something sticky this way she gives... I cannot define what I'm looking at specifically... The more I magnify, the further it goes away.  I find it both thrilling and maddening all at the same time so maybe, I'm still too close.  I know for sure that she is a part of me... I can prove that she came through me...  but much more, is a mystery. 

This is my daughter: Sachi Scout