He excused himself for a nap, and this day blended into his dreams like years blended into a life, unseen but still felt, the line between memory and present always bleeding.
— Catherine Lacey
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He excused himself for a nap, and this day blended into his dreams like years blended into a life, unseen but still felt, the line between memory and present always bleeding.
— Catherine Lacey
The Answers
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved