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  • I'm looking at a photograph of myself from almost fifteen years ago. I want to say I remember it but I don't.

    You're supposed to remember significant events: your first day of school, the first time you met your first love, your first kiss. So many firsts that I can't quite remember, so many days that blur into the next. Events that you know took place but it's just impossible to imagine yourself there, to remember the emotions, the sights, the sounds.

    There are so many photographs, so many memories. But if I don't remember it myself, is it a memory at all?
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