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June 24, 2015
Her idea of a treasure hunt involves extracting distant memories from old people at the park. She sits on a bench every morning waiting for a particular old man to show up, this man is her favorite because he says things like: "I have so much to ask my mother, and I often wake up reeling from a dream, thinking, crying, telling myself -- I wish I had asked my mother about that." She is pained by his voice, but is comforted by it as well. Today the old man is taking too long to show up, she begins to fidget.