Wellington Street

In which we take a stroll down a very strange lane.

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The Note

I arrived home today and found this note stuffed in my bag. I can't remember ever letting it out of my sight.

It has been seventeen years since I discovered quite by accident that I could re imagine and at times rewrite entire memories, until I could not recall them as they were originally. I have been doing it for so long that I can never be sure what memories of mine are real, and which ones are pure fabrications.

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