"This last night we tear into each other, as if to wound,
as if to find the key to everything before morning."
"It has moved, tangible, palpable, into her brain, the way memory invades the present in those who are old, the way gardens invade houses here, the way her tiny body steps into mine as intimate as anything I have witnessed and I have to force myself to be gentle with this frailty in the midst of my embrace." -Michael Ondaatje
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