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Sep 16
In the fog, the image looks like an apparition, diffuse light wrapped around the figure walking closer. Memories of a forgotten time in youth when close relations between family members were essential and fully formed ourselves out of the mist. Our character sharpened by repetition of expectations, stepping forward, coming into focus, out of fragments into a solid, who we were meant to be.
Written by
Jim Billington
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