I often think about the people who never got to tell their stories. So many demographics of people could not or were not allowed to read and write, or express themselves, and that has created an incomplete human history. There were so many normal people who have lived exceptionally rich lives, but they were not extraordinary enough in the eyes of society to have been allowed to leave a record of themselves. I wonder about those people all the time.

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