There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indel — Helen Maryles Shankman
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There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indelibly with regret.

— Helen Maryles Shankman
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