Great Regulars: One night, a few years ago, I was standing

in my garden when that Sunday afternoon long ago became suddenly present to me. I put it that way because it wasn't just being reminded of something long past and remembering it. It was much more vivid than that. It was as if the present moment had become transparent and I could see that earlier day as the palimpsest upon which all of my life had, in fact, been written.

from Frank Wilson: When Falls the Coliseum: That's What He Said: The moment of knowing

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