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  • Memories forged and shaped years ago come back, droplets plunging into the present. On their spools they twirl around in my brain. At the outset, I think I am suffering from some neurological condition and this is the first step in the erasure of my entire memory. But then, slowly, I come to enjoy the invasion of my history. Snippets from a past I had forgotten force a smile. I am glad for the places I was, but even happier for the place I have come to. And I wonder if frozen memories also come complete with their long-ago analysis. Do I interpret these events with my young adult mind, or do these visions of a past cut through with an interpretation from my more evolved self? Maybe it doesn’t matter and I should just enjoy the ride.
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