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Tuesday, July 11, 2017


Memories ... In writing this memoir, I’ve come to believe memories have personalities. Some come bursting through the door yelling “write me, write me!” while others are shy, deep in shadow, a vague silhouette. The shy ones are the most challenging, as they must be gently coaxed out into the light, only to discover they are holding hands with another memory. Soon, I have a whole group in front of me, quietly waiting while I inspect each one, turning them this way and that, standing there mute while I ponder what to do. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From the memoir Miss Hippie In Mississippi
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