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The Last Hurrah


My life lived in thirds. The missed chances, no longer regrets. The regrets never molded by my hands. The mannequin standing naked in the window was never meant to be dressed.

I started filling out Proust’s Questionnaire December 2019. I finished it today. The dream finally clear and in focus.

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