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I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.

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What is the past but what we choose to remember?

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After all, Bao Bomu says, what is the past but what we choose to remember?

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And now at the airport, after shaking hands with everybody, waving good-bye, I think about all the different ways we leave people in this world. Cheer...more

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And now at the airport, after shaking hands with everybody, waving good-bye, I think about all the different ways we leave people in this world. Cheer...more