Memory

The older I get  I feel like I look back at the past  with such a profound appreciation.

Knowing what I know now I always feel a fantastic sense of imagination.

What could things have become?

What would I like my next “now” to be?

I no longer regret my past.

I feel like I’ve worked very hard for all of the material for good, awkward, raw and unbelievable stories.

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