Tag: memory
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how could they know?
That seems like another life, before we were us, before marriage and family were even discussed.
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sommes-nous de la poésie?
it will be one of us, across the room from the other, confident and wondering- ‘how do they know that person?’
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lifting words from paper
Rudyard wanted us to wait, and to be lied to, and not to look too good, and be skeptics of truth and our friends.