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It sure is fun finding things I'd forgotten ever existed: my junior high school magazine, a note from a boy asking me to go steady, photos through the ages, the final I wrote for a graduate class in urban economics (for which I was in no way qualified, starting with the professor's (incorrect) assumption that calculus was a prerequisite), even just my young handwriting, recognizable still but more careful (i.e., legible). I can't quite pin down the feelings here: nostalgia, sure, & a sense of how far ago so much of this happened. But always, the confusion of trying to figure out if I am I & always have been. Yes. No. Yes & no. Just one more confusing thing in my life right now. 

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