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  • When I was small I spent hours imagining my future career as an archaeologist.

    I am not an archaeologist.

    But then, I could see so clearly that I would be. I saw myself unearthing coins and pottery in foreign lands so different from where I lived. I thought of the contribution I would make to what we know about ancient cultures. I imagined what it would be like to feel a connection with some long-dead person, to stand where she stood, and hold in my hand what she held in hers. I imagined her somehow thinking of me, a future girl that might stand in the same place and wonder if there might be some connection between us, an echo. I was a very romantic child.

    Many years later as I looked up in this spot, I recaptured that sense of reverberation.

    I still sometimes think about who she might be.
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