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Now I know what that old man in Amelie felt like.

There's nothing like opening an old box of memories. I just discovered an old box filled with photos of me in Paris and Amsterdam at 19, my old apartment kitchen filled wall to wall with Corona bottles, my cracked out raving days, a book bought from a music festival in Barcelona, a pamphlet from the an old Warhol exhibit at the Tate Modern,an old high school yearbook, college graduation photos, my first trip to New York...(sigh)
...some pictures soon to be posted...

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