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Monday, March 27, 2006

PIECES OF A DREAM

my earliest memory is that of my mother giving my little sister a bath in the kitchen sink. ROZY must have been just under 2 years old at the time, which would have made me 3 years old. my memory of it is really just a split second, like a photograph forever etched in my head.

it's funny how you never know what moment or collection of moments will be stored forever in your internal hard drive, or even more weird is what memories are being unknowingly deleted to make room for new ones.

some of my most cherished memories are merely 3 second clips of random highlights. i wonder if these are the clips that are played when your life flashes before your eyes at check out time.

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