The intersection of genes and plotlines.
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I can’t stop looking at this photo.
Because my boy now looks just like I did in 1978 (that’s me on the left, my brother on the right, our mom in the middle). And I now look just like my mom did then. (Our noses are different, I’ll grant you that.) It’s making my brain swirl with thoughts about genetics [hot damn, those are some strong genes we've got]. Time. Plotlines. Story arcs.
We don’t really ever change all that much, I reckon.