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el Día de los Muertos

All say, “How hard it is that we have to die” – a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.  ~Mark Twain

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And here we go… Paris in a poetic 4 days.

4 days. 48 waking hours. A picture for every hour.

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Meditations on memories… aka the 4th of July

Memories etched out in physical form.

Rocks. A Graveyard. Fireworks.

Monuments to old neighborhoods.

Sometimes I’m puzzled by what I remember and what I don’t.

What my stories are that I tell of who I am.

Of who I want to be.

The only certainty of it, is the memories I leave behind will not be my own.

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