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the last month or so, all my memories have been returning home, waiting arguably patiently in line to be reviewed. The good ones, the bad ones, the boring ones, the..yes there are some..down right silly ones. Some slide off into wherever memories go, some I have shared with she who is my best friend, some go into the writers pile and some leave me staring along in the dark and wondering why.  I do have to wonder, as mentioned in twitter..what happens when all the memories are rewound.