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Each heart holds a specific memory - a time, a place, a person. I never have a plan when I begin these. They just start. The process of creating these one of a kind pieces of art is very therapeutic. I go into a trance like state when I make them. Each piece always fits where it is meant to fit. Nothing is ever forced. Then when each heart is completed, I see an entire moment in time that I thought was lost play out in front of my eyes. I relive it, as if it is the first time, all over again - the joy, the pain, the memories I would like the brain injury to wipe from my brain. But for some reason, they are there. I know, in time, my TBI will fully erase them, but they haven't yet. Maybe it is so I can learn from my hearts.
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