Jeff Comstock

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Finding My Bubbles Day 8: Memories Tonight, my wife retold a memory about when I got punched in the ear while (thinking) I was rescuing her from a stranger at a nightclub many years ago. I had forgotten the story, and the retelling was bubbles. Maybe it was the way she told it, or that the memory stayed with her, or perhaps it was just reliving a memory. Either way… bubbles.