We have brushed out the tangles in her hair. Now in the final stages of pre press, eager and almost. Issue two, like a Petri dish, a medium for growth, culturing memory like small pieces of moss. The unaware and the aware have contributed memory seeds, helping us cultivate a memory field of yellow rocket yesterdays and winter cress hues. There is nothing quite like the comfort of nostalgia. Wrapped tight around your shoulders, like a musty hug from Great Auntie Ollie.