The myriad past, it enters us and disappears. Except that within it, somewhere, like diamonds, exist the… — James Salter
The myriad past, it enters us and disappears. Except that within it, somewhere, like diamonds, exist the fragments that refuse to be consumed. Sifting through, if one dares, and collecting them, one discovers the true design.
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