[“The more they told the more they remembered.” – W.S. Merwin]
– and perhaps most of what we remembered never happened. Perhaps we were inventing memories as we went along, making up for those gaping lost times, patching them together to make, finally, a beginning .. middle .. end that never was.
Except the end, I mean. That really was.
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