You don’t know who you are…

Today is the day that kind of floats by every once in a while. Maybe once a year. I realize, out of nowhere, people from the past who I suddenly miss terribly.

You don’t know who you are; and if you did, you’d be pretty surprised. A professor who I adored and looked up to… A friend from very early childhood who I haven’t seen or heard from in 20 years… An elementary school teacher who made a huge difference…

It’s hard to consider all the places I’ve been, all the people I’ve been…






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