Are we born as blank slates? When you completely whitewash a New Orleans French Quarter Cottage does it lose it's memories? Do the people and the events that happened within its walls just fade away or does some small glimmer of that energy remain?
Perhaps something as tenuous and delicate as a Mardi Gras dream? Does she dance just at the edges of what we see? Will we sense that energy even as we claim the space as our own?
Does the past ever truly just fade away?
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