"I think it is all a matter of love the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes

And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy
~ Vladimir Nabokov ~












And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old ...
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