Speak, memory. . .
Memories can be so deceiving. We all know that. The tales we tell, the tales we’re told, the stories we pass on, evolve, expand and condense, colors get added, details get dropped, embellished, buffed and smoothed of their rough edges, whether inadvertently or just to make a more compelling narrative. There are t…
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