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Do you have a favorite memory? One that comes to your mind unbidden. You take a breath and like oxygen you find it before your eyes playing out from angles that you never could have experienced in life. What does this memory make you feel? Is it like the wings of a butterfly against your fingers soft and whispering and so fragile? Or does it come straight at you like a train down a tunnel in the dark of night when the moon and stars are hidden?
Can you share this memory with others or does it lose substance in the telling like a shadow under a flashlight? Is it a memory to be shouted at the world or is it a memory to be whispered at night when only the shadows are listening?