"My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important."

Source : Mary E. Pearson (2009). “The Adoration of Jenna Fox”, p.99, Henry Holt and Company (BYR)

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