Truth is like sand.
Memory is like sand, moving shifting.
Resettling over time into a shape and a form that is perhaps more pleasing to yourself.
More pleasing than the actual truth.
This is not a true story.
Truth is like sand.
Memory is like sand, moving shifting.
Resettling over time into a shape and a form that is perhaps more pleasing to yourself.
More pleasing than the actual truth.
This is not a true story.
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