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Through all of this, it's one of the strangest, saddest, yet most
joyous things of all:
Our children will never know that they used to be us. And yet
ironically, in this eternal "forgetting", that is how they became us
to begin with...
again... and again... and again....
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Eh, shades of the Mad Arab, perhaps? :-? Who knows? :-(
