
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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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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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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The memory of the young is leap-by-leap. It sweeps itself for clues to its song. — Maria Hummel
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