At sixty-eight, reality can become softer, more forgiving; memories shift and transform, like a photo developing in reverse, becoming just blurry enough to allow for mystery again.
There's room to let go of the need for every detail to stay fixed or certain.
And it feels like an invitation to see the world in a way that eight-year-old us would have understood. 
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