The stories we tell about ourselves are partial, fragmented. Bits and pieces of the past show up at the door of memory and ask to be included. Later, after we’re gone, someone will put together a highlight reel of wedding photos, smiling babies, pictures taken in front of the Louvre, the Bridge of Sighs. Every image selected, either in our own recollect…
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