I notice as I grow older that the fingers of my mind frequently reach into the hidden recesses of my memory from where they pull out, and intermittently flash before my eyes, the names and faces of people I might have met, sometimes just once in my life. Then, no matter how hard I try to ignore them, they cling, like a leech, onto the edges of my thoughts and peace only returns to my mind when I release them on paper.
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