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To me, memories means actual memories. Things I can recall happening. They come to me in flashes and sensations, when things in this life remind me of them.
I have visual memories, and memories of sounds, smells, senses of touch, etc. Little, distant things on the edge of my consciousness, and some more vivid things. New memories creep in all the time, and I’m reminded of the same ones again and again.
To me headcanons, or guesses about the way things were, are separate from memories.
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