Of Memories and Mud Puddles
Isn’t it funny, some of the stupid memories we retain as we grow older? As I write this in early November, 2021, I’m 56 years old. While I couldn’t tell you, minute-by-minute, what happened yesterday, there are lots of snatches and moments that I can, of course, recall with clarity. After all, it was only […]
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