For my father, for me, the past really was a foreign country, and it really wasn't dead or even past. He had a view of it I couldn’t make out from where I stood, but I tried to populate a village in my imagination.
Some people memorialize time’s remnant. They revere it. Most simply forget it, in general obliviousness. They disregard it. They think they l…
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