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  • That reminds me of a story. That’s why I tell stories, or how stories are coming to me so far. Something happens and I remember something past that is funny or important to me. A memory. I heard a talk by an author once who had written a book that actually followed his train of thought as it went back and forth and here and there, demonstrating, I guess, that while we place so much importance on linear time, we rarely actually live it that way. Our bodies move through time, linearly, but our minds and our hearts visit other times quite frequently. I’m glad for a place for my stories here on Cowbird, because I think my family are tired of hearing them, and sometimes they just don’t fit in the conversation that triggers my memories, but I enjoy them whenever they bubble up. Maybe someone here will, too. I love the chance to put a picture with my stories, as I like taking pictures, too, but I’m noticing that I don’ t have any pictures from my past, really. Maybe Dad can help with that. He’s the keeper of the visual memories in our family. I’m intrigued by the use of audio, and might try it. Thank you, all of you here on Cowbird, for being my teachers.


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