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To me, the allure of history lay in the minutiae of life long ago, the untold secrets of ordinary people.
Twelve minutes. A fraction of a lifetime, yet enough to alter the course of it.
Why did we go to such lengths to protect the fragile minds of children? We only robbed them of the truth—and the chance to grow numb to it before it arrived with a hard knock on the door.
How had I only just learned that happiness and fulfillment were entirely distinct things?
History doesn’t record the intricacies of women’s relationships with one another; they’re not to be uncovered.
