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All My Yesterdays

Age has thrust upon me a ripening. I’ve reached a stage when stories begin with some variation of the word “ago,” as in some time ago, 30-years-ago, 20-years-ago or 10-years-ago. My odd, and maybe common, observation is all these seem like yesterday to me. The memories express a recency, a feel and touch missing during …

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