Memories of Us, for Us

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Chapter 1

The waves are a force of change. Eternal. Magical. Ferocious. Instantaneous. As it had been that day. Long ago it seemed to me. I, reliving that memory being played back in my head or databa- whichever one it is, I am not so sure. What I am sure of, was the power of the wave; when it collapsed around me, and twirled me in its wake, and I was little more than a smoothened stone in the short shore of the sea. Sun

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The stories we tell have a life of their own and they work between the realm of what is real and how we conceive that reality.

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The stories we tell have a life of their own and they work between the realm of what is real and how we conceive that reality.

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