Mourning is never really complete. The mappings of the old play remain in the cortex, like those mappings of the phantom — Robert A Berezin
Mourning is never really complete. The mappings of the old play remain in the cortex, like those mappings of the phantom — Robert A Berezin
Mourning is never really complete. The mappings of the old play remain in the cortex, like those mappings of the phantom — Robert A Berezin
Mourning is never really complete. The mappings of the old play remain in the cortex, like those mappings of the phantom — Robert A Berezin
Mourning is never really complete. The mappings of the old play remain in the cortex, like those mappings of the phantom — Robert A Berezin
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Mourning is never really complete. The mappings of the old play remain in the cortex, like those mappings of the phantom limb.

— Robert A Berezin
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