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Even the images from before I was born choke me up. I know every inch of that bridge. I know every inch of the entire area around it. So many flashes of precise moments over the course of my life. I could fly into one of those pictures and land just over a rise where I used to go visit the cows on my boyfriend's ranch. Or into another to go land on another friend's deck in the hills of Tiburon. Or drop down onto the roof of the house my father built when I was four. I can remember standing, or lying, right on the spots where so many of those pictures were taken. With lovers. Showing visitors from out of state. Alone. With music... with MUSIC....
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