Two years is long time but three years is longer.
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The first year you're still grappling with the consequences of what happened/ has happened/ is happening. The past and the present and the future seem inseperable.
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The second you're quantifying, making space, organising a perspective.
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It's not until the third that you can truly begin to believe it was, or is, now, in the past.
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Praca de Santa Marta, following a converstation with Mr Blue.
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28.7.08
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