She liked to believe she had a past, a beautiful, glorious past, full of adventure and heroism and love and life. She felt sometimes that it was true, too. Whenever she looked out over the ocean, the waters called to her, whispered her name like an old friend, or lover. Then she would close her eyes and murmur back, "If only I could remember."
The doctors told her that one day she might, but she found their sad eyes hard to believe. So she looked at the ocean instead. That she could trust.
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