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I do not trust this beautiful thing we call memory
This is the way we make meaning of the past
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
a beautiful rock in the cool shallows
Death to 2013!
August 20, 2010
Noder Fragments
So my dreams are more than real
Prosthetic Memory
Water flowing beneath a bridge
Put an unmonitored piano in a public place. It's the only real magic that exists.
they does not know what it might be to live without them
Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
The Honourable Society of the Inner Temple
memory hole
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