valentine's day
dispatch 40a
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Something I have been wondering lately is why we remember what we remember. As I look back at my childhood to write about it with more intentionality, there are moments that are so clear and then some spaces of time that just don’t seem to exist. I can’t always remember what came first, or how old I was when a particular thing happened. Sometimes I remember everything, every tiny little detail. This week’s essay is one of those moments that my brain decided to hold tight to for a reason I don’t understand yet.
