A "papier-mache Mephistopheles" gets behind the camera and pans across my mind, inserting millions of split-second images as the flashing collage depicting this past year fades to black. Sorting through these feelings and distortions we call memories, I am bittersweet. There is so much that I got out of this period of time; honestly, I can't recall
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