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She always loved this day. Every year. No-one else knew it was special. Just her and her phone. That alert. Her senses were flooded. On this day… There was never anything great, no award winners, but each was special. That day. Her pictures. Her friends’ pictures. Each year’s fragments forming a collage of moments. It was the details she sometimes thought. The specific objects in each one. Proust’s madeleine. Until now. She started the journey but things had disappeared from the stream at their owner’s command. Whole images or just some objects had gone. Her memories, her day was fungible.