:::the disintegration of memory:::

When my Mary was four years
old, she loved wearing a particular
red dress.  It had white and pink
butterflies embroidered on it.  She
wore that dress until it fell apart.
Grandma Elliot bought that dress
for her.

When my Mary was four, maybe
three, she loved wearing a particular
red dress.  She wore that dress
almost every day.  Grandma bought
that dress.

When my Mary was little, she loved
wearing a particular red dress.  She
sure did wear that dress a lot!

When my Mary was a girl, she loved
wearing a red dress.

My daughter loved wearing a red dress.

A long time ago, I knew a little girl who
wore a red dress.  I can’t remember
her name.

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