
I saw me old grammar school teachers and classmates again.
Our shared Memories are the borderline between then and now.
I saw me old grammar school teachers and classmates again.
Our shared Memories are the borderline between then and now.
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Ahh! Brilliant piece, Larry, I love the imagery of a common border as shared memories. I had not pictured it like this before. Loved it.
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Thanks. It’s a true story too
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