Now that I am a parent I’m thinking about past lives. I’ve had lives that my kids will never see or know. (Nor should they?) Those experiences feel like distant dreams to me. Was I a different person? Today will one day feel like a distant dream, if I even remember it. Which makes me realise: My parents had lives I will never see or know. How fasc…
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