Do we take them all with us--the people we've been? In earlier days, we'd write down who was there and what we ate. To answer the question, where we come from. In a better world we'd all be doing more. I knew they laughed to convey I had not been at fault. It was meant as a kindness.
--I'm over it.
--I'm not.
Ten brothers sat for a portrait. If you look at people from a certain angle, they never let you down. Even one's own unglamorous past exists on the surface, unhoped for. I'm considering what would make a good next step.
As for the deep background, I've changed, but--also the world. The world has opened up, to let me in.
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