The paper above was ten years old today. It hasn’t yellowed very much, and it’s much bigger than today’s paper would be. Reading through it felt like a time machine, in many ways.
This paper was a keeper, and so I kept it. The pain of disappointment is still very strong, ten years after the fact. I’d like to think I can let it go someday, but that seems impossible at this time. May the next ten years be more helpful in this sense.
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