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| Victoria, B.C. 2008, 10:00 a.m. |
My favourite funny little apartment. Windows that opened onto the back yard like wings. A school yard close enough I could hear the kids playing at recess. The sun lighting up a stately old willow tree. A beautiful memory that reminds me of my forward journey.
“Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.”
~ Oscar Wilde
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