Sometimes I think I was born too late. I'm so drawn to the art of this era (late 1800's/early 1900's). Still, there's a role for the "rememberers."
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We must have the rememberers. Otherwise, what's the point?
That's, perhaps, the reason I worry about not being able to remember things as well as I once did. Ah, the glory of being older. (I can't seem to say "old.")
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