What we narrate, curate or choreograph maintains its presence in the greater expanse of a life lived. Might we forget the details amidst the corruption and careless contamination of years passed by, or people passed over, the quintessence of the event still rings rather true. We may wish to languish over one memory or another faithfully captured in our psyche; much to remember, forever is an awful long time. We still live with the consequences, occasionally reminded of desperate attempts to alter our way, tact or approach, but little can be changed of what has been ingrained. We live with it, our restless reality lasting much longer than we give ourselves credit for.
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