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Early Memory 2

I was lying on my parent's bedroom floor.  The carpet was gold.  Light was shining through the window; the sunbeam revealing so many particles of dust.  Is there always this much dust?  Is our house extra dirty?  I didn't  mind either way because I liked those dust particles.  I liked how they were hidden in the air until a sunbeam exposed them, freeing them.  I thought maybe those little specks held all the answbers to questions I knew were there, questions that danced in the parts of my mind that I couldn't access, but I knew they were there just the same.  
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