It's funny to realize that FB is the receptacle
of our days, a journal of our musings and crabbings and errant thoughts and yes
(dare I use the lingo) clicks. It saves the photos we posted when we posted
them, and if one wanted, one could venture back back back among all the all the
days and times and ways of feeling and comments. When it was still like that,
or we were that age. Or we still lived there, or that was still going on. What
a thing to have now,versus the lost and found journals of lives that have been
rediscovered. Now it's all online, and the volume of information is staggering.
Including our own. All in the miraculous manner of the 21st century, why there
it all is.
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