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Maybe this was what Aunt Peg meant all along – returning was a weird thing. You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it’s a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe our what came before.

Maureen Johnson

Maybe this was what Aunt Peg meant all along – returning was a weird thing. You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it’s a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe our what came before.

Maureen Johnson
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