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How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
The poem is an act of the mind, not a transcription of the world.