I spent a lot of time in my nook, tucked away and dreaming.
“I mean, the life of a child! What they see and what they hear, and what they choose not to discuss.”
How do you mourn someone who is still alive, who might as well be a stranger now?
I have forgotten how to speak two languages. But I have learned this one.
“Once upon a time, a civilization lived.”
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