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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The First Photo That Memory Took</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">that moment when …<br>when memory first opened its treasured album<br>and began to make our picture of ourselves -</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">it belongs to all of us, to each of us.<br>it’s where each meets all, and all meets each; <br>more of ourselves than we have ever stopped to analyze: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">that blurred, out-of-focus moment – was it<br>the pattern on the hood of our pram, <br>the strap around our kiddicart, <br>the turn of the stair, <br>the pattern of the bricks around the fountain in the park, <br>the memory of our first fall; <br>the lion’s head fountain on the wall? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">was it not a person, of<br>those who peered into our cot, or lifted us, <br>simply because<br>we could already control those beings around us<br>with a dribbly smile, a vague wave of our hand? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">was it the first thing that we remember<br>because it paid no attention to ourself, <br>but simply, was… was, outside our favoured world? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">whether we ever open the album, or do not, <br>it sits there, unexplained, <br>holding some secret of a consciousness<br>beyond the theories of scientists and philosophers; <br>inevitably, ours</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">to be followed – some years after –<br>and this, we may deny at first –<br>by that moment of a further consciousness: <br>when - as equally mysterious, unforgettable, <br>and often unremembered to this day -<br>we knew that we knew something<br>but did not know what it was we knew.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a></strong></div>

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