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  • Pouring liquid soap from my bubble blower onto the smooth olive green wood of a wrought iron deck bench on an ocean liner in the bright sunshine and the salt brine breeze. I was two and a half. Prior memories are simply amorphous abstractions of warmth, comfort, security. This is when I began paying attention to the movie of my life.
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