It began with a poem, with words. Words were all I had, dull echoes in my brain. Fragile cobwebs. Her lipstick words pressed against my memories. “Stop thinking,” I repeated to myself like a mantra. But we do not think memories, memories think us.

-John Solomon Bain

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