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How do we know who we are or what we can become? We tell ourselves stories. The stories we tell are what we know of ourselves. We are a creation, a product of our own minds, a pastiche of memory, fear, desire... All I have is today, this moment to work with. I am writing my story as I go. I am inventing myself one moment, one experience, at a time.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

I shouldn't.
Posted by Mary Mulroy at 9:35 PM

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