Memory is a one-way lane. Going down it, we summon faces from the past: old loves, lost friends, long-vanished relatives, our own young selves. We seldom imagine that our faces will haunt others in return.
By Marie AranaWashington Post Writers Group, Denver Post: Entertainment
Fri, 03/28/2014 - 7:36pm
Memory is a one-way lane. Going down it, we summon faces from the past: old loves, lost friends, long-vanished relatives, our own young selves. We seldom imagine that our faces will haunt others in return.