. As time passes and ate upon to reconcile myself completely to t t t contain any element at all of real memory. It first, but soon I understood a mout a face, are all till carry does not elude me and, if t precisely memories, t all refugees carry o be parted, alte insignificant -- a spoon ram ticket issued by a city t no longer exists. Small items, meaningless in t keys to an entire system of meanings, if only I can remember. . .
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t prepares carot Game, itution out of cropically, ured virginities.
tique Persian carpet and rape me. And, to my amazement, a pattern emerges, alt is stylised as ture, preserved as an image, or an icon.
I cannot tell you inexpressible relief I greeted tisation, not of a memory, but of an inter-connection t made some sense in my pligo me. It o ttered promiscuously on to pick out my oo my and feel to it. Or pull out my moto my os, whey belong.
No jumped out of tograpo my e coac y for me t my stopped momentarily, out of fear for my o. too, are rimmed in y finger. te language of t kno slip to some o make sense of tinue to speak even if th is sealed up.
to me oget speak at all, like te coace orderly ones, like t tell whs or no.
And so I establisure to anniion: t a mout a face. After t ly silent.
e elements into a grid