July 2011
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The package of memories
My Mother sent me a HUGE package of stuff that wasn’t forwarded to my Portland address. Among the bills and magazines was another package labeled “memories” that contained pictures from my youth. Birthday parties, old girlfriends, past pets and people I call(ed) “best friend”. As I flipped through the photos, I almost cried with joy; Here I am, just recently...
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