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11.03.02, sunday afternoon
Quick, before I forget (as I am prone to forget even the objects of past desires, commitments now rendered as formerly): a eucalyptus grove on campus. Newly driven from L.A., my girls reminisce over past hijinks, former loves, and those traumatic moments that, years later, can no longer be so traumatic, but remembered chuckling.