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Memory Youth

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My Once Upon a Time Is Over.

Five in the morning, in winter, lying in bed after a shower, I suddenly realised my life seemed to have stopped on some afternoon three or five years ago. A “see you”, not a “never see you again”.


A few pages, kept close.

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