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I don’t have that many pictures of my mum when we were growing up for the simple reason that she was always the one behind the camera. It doesn’t matter that she’s not always in the shot though, because she’s always a part of the memory of that moment.
Picture credit My life is no longer my own. Evidence: 1. I have a To Do list a page and a half long. My brain has turned to mush so if I don’t write it down, it’s forgotten in a breath. 2. I know I have feet and toes. I just can’t see them. [...] |
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