Eventually we all lose our memories. Eventually we all become memories. All we have for sure is this moment now, and whatever we can summon in our hearts and minds about moments past. There is no guarantee that you can hold onto those. I see the world now in terms of memorable and non-memorable things. Things that stay and things that blow past you without leaving anything behind. These are thoughts I never even had before I lived with my father on Beartown Road. These sorts of things never occurred to me.

– Elizabeth Cohen Van Pelt

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  1. Sarah Robinson

     /  October 23, 2011

    I can certainly relate to this and who thinks about it when you are younger.


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