Life and memory
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Last spring I was in low spirits. I woke up on March morning after a mocking dream, reminding me of all I had lost in a past I couldn’t change. I was shaken by the nightmare, as I hadn’t had a dream about that particular subject in years. It wasn’t until I was pouring my
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Can you capture a person in a handful of stories? Summarize a life in a few anecdotes? If our experiences are the threads that weave our lives, and tell tales turns back wheel of time, Do we continue to exist when the yarn is spun?
Bringing Mae Flowers 