

...while the photos assist in that memory. i remember the patio, i remember the poodles. i remember my aunt, i remember the rain. i remember the yellow shorts my grandmother sewed for me. i remember the park that seemed impossibly smaller when i saw it in the fall of 2006. i remember the pool, i remember the air. i remember feeling closer to having been there than not. i remember summers. i remember identity. i remember the split. i remember spanish. i remember whatever it is that the mind thinks (the-mind-thinks) i should remember. the camera remembers us as if we had no memory.
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