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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
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We recount old beats of other stories, we retrace our steps, take refuge in echoes of that which is familiar. We follow custom and ritual because we have no map. We reach out blindly. We cannot see the path, and, far from home, we cling to the way these things are always done.