• a sledgehammer slam pierces through yet another mental wall
• light shines on yet another unexcavated corner of the brain

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• sifting through the archaeological wreckage
• seeing if there’s anything worth saving, cataloguing, processing

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• sometimes there’s not
• sometimes there is

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• emptiness fills most of those vaulted caverns
• memory dissipated into dust with the march of time

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• a childhood, lost to centuries
• a dig can only uncover so much

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• most of it proceeds with scientific accuracy and detachment
• but a few pieces are still sharp

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• tender care and work it is
• putting a brain back together