I call this a vignette. Or maybe just snapshots of memory—fragmented moments. Separate events that loop back on themselves, blurring together as though they were one.
They loop, they collide, they bleed into each other—until you’re not sure what happened when, only that it did.
These are small, fractured piecesof a much greater story—but one that’s best told in splinters.
Written, composed, and performed by © Samira Wyld 2025 A Wyld and Untamed Production 2025
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