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In the long, narrow hall of home,
hangs a bleached and fading picture of four-year-old me:
holding hands with his bushy browed grampa,
wearing one of those plaid wool caps
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I loved this, Will. It made me really think about the things we could tell our younger selves if we had the power. I'm sure there's danger in there, though. Jon.
Really nice Will. It flows with great existance and doesn't stray. Really nice....Steve
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9/7/2025 12:34:23 PM # 1.0.0
Will, I like the way that you avoid nostalgic yearning by having the narrator detach himself from his younger self as if to reenforce the saying that the past is a forign land.