When I turned 54, some lovely friends gave me a birthday card, one of those Hallmark jobs with a photo on the front intended to look “retro”. Suddenly, my skin pricked up, a shock traveled through my bones, and a jolt of memory revisited this scene. I knew this photo. This was my past. A fuzzy memory of my buried two year old self.
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