Beautifully put, Stephanie.

We are our own unreliable narrators, constantly changing our story and perspective, superimposing overhead projector transparencies (remember them?).

Sometimes making for a more complete, and hopefully accurate picture, sometimes simply blotting one another out.

Each stage in our lives is a palimpsest of what went before.

Scraped clean but retaining its trace.

Its scent.

Its texture, scarred but soft.

Thank you for serving up these reflections.