Whenever I try to explain the past, I find that I'm not telling the whole truth.
There are multiple explanations for what happened.
When I look out a window, I can describe what I'm seeing.
But when I look through another window, I see the same thing at a different angle.
I'm not a liar. I just don't know you well enough.
by Laura Axelrod
February 9, 2009
February 9, 2009
Birmingham, Alabama

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