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11-25-20

“Can a memory become unmoored from the anchor of time? If it can, at that point I feel like it becomes more of a dream than a memory. The kind of dream you vaguely remember the whole of when you wake, but certain scenes are bright and clear.”


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By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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