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Photo by Jim Goldstein.
[04 Aug 2007 | Saturday]
Most of my memories about my childhood seem to be surrounded with a glowing haze of antiquity, as if those days exist as little more than fragments of something that never actually happened. Was I ever so small that I could actually lay down on one of the carpeted steps and take a snooze? Did Todd and I really throw ourselves from the top of the banister and land in the entryway unscathed? Were our bones made of rubber?
