memory (3)

Jujube

We So Firmly Believed

We so firmly believed in the linkage of life, but now I’ve looked back — and it is astonishing to what a degree you, my youth, seem in tints not mine, in traits not real. — V. Nabokov

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Jujube

Alley

Memory creeps like moss along the wall. I stand in the hollow alley, recalling her voice only to hear the murmur of my own shadow - Jujube

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