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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
It always begins with a question. Always. Every single time. That little voice whispers 'Why would they say something like that? Why would they do something like that?' And then it hits like a brick to the face. And then you start asking more questions... and because you're a curious sort you start looking for answers.
