It was just an odd computer glitch. Something with a reasonable explanation. It has to be. But I’ve sat here for the last hour or so looking at a photo I didn’t intend to find tonight. And it pushed some unexpected emotional buttons.
I wanted to find a photo on my MacBook from about 20 years ago, so I typed in a file-name search. Instead of things related to what I was looking for, the system turned up five photos that were completely unrelated to that. At the top of the list was a photo from seven years ago. I didn’t open it.
Then I worded the search an entirely different way. It gave me a handful of files again. At the top was the same photo which had been at the top of the search before. I felt mesmerized by the weirdness of what I was seeing, so I opened the file, even though I knew what it would be.
There were two faces. One was my face. The other face was that of a beautiful woman who I used to know.

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Will better marketing make you love state-controlled medical industry?
Why waste time on Ukraine war? Focus on your own future instead
Want to really understand someone? Visit the places that shaped his past
Epiphany: Was it so bad that I used to work toward perfection?
What if we’ve completely missed the point of loving other people?
I’ll make fun of your Super Bowl, but you can’t make fun of my Spock ears