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Archive for the ‘truth’ Category
Even when you have picked over the family bones for every scrap of meat, every scent like a starving hound, something in the marrow waits to tell you more.
Original witnesses die, lose their memories, are dishonest, go crazy, or refuse to talk.
It has been said that truth is stranger than fiction. May be, but sometimes what passes for truth is equally as fictitious.
Most families never find “The Truth.” If they are very lucky, they find a common myth that lets them sleep most nights.
