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Repress !! It s been said that the day unravels what the night has woven so that each morning, we hold in our hands a few fringes of the tapestry of a lived life. The act of remembering is more like forgetting. For it is only when a memory is recalled that the fragile and forgotten quality of memories are revealed. We go about life weaving fragments together, fragments of ourselves we find staring back at us as we remember conversations, smells and quality of light.