For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
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For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even those stones then forget.

— Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
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