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I want this to be a place of memory. Of murky past and sudden clarity. Of then and now again. To know what we know, even if we don’t know why we know it. A place to dream a little, to laugh and cry and love a little. To remember what has gone before. What has brought us willy nilly to this second. A place to wonder why, and to decide that it may not even matter.
I want this to be a place of memory. Of murky past and sudden clarity. Of then and now again. To know what we know, even if we don’t know why we know it. A place to dream a little, to laugh and cry and love a little. To remember what has gone before. What has brought us willy nilly to this second. A place to wonder why, and to decide that it may not even matter.
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