…to blur

My mother is cross telling her stories. The lines have blurred between Day Island and San Francisco. It is interesting and can be fun in how the stories turn and we hear new ones about her childhood that were never heard before – but still.

The loss of her memory…oh, if we didn’t have her book!

The blending of mismatched tomes only to blur the distinction of the between.

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