Expressing joy and defiance through art: Writings and photos on hope and resilience; love and relationships; life and death; anger and acceptance; and human behavior and beliefs.
Sunday, July 30, 2017
I Never Let the Truth Get in the Way of a Good Story
When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now, and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened.
- Mark Twain (1924)
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