I have woken up inside one of my own memories. I am really here, yet I know I am not. — Emily Barr, The One Memory of Flora Banks
I have woken up inside one of my own memories. I am really here, yet I know I am not. — Emily Barr, The One Memory of Flora Banks
I have woken up inside one of my own memories. I am really here, yet I know I am not. — Emily Barr, The One Memory of Flora Banks
I have woken up inside one of my own memories. I am really here, yet I know I am not. — Emily Barr, The One Memory of Flora Banks
I have woken up inside one of my own memories. I am really here, yet I know I am not. — Emily Barr, The One Memory of Flora Banks
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I have woken up inside one of my own memories. I am really here, yet I know I am not.

— Emily Barr, The One Memory of Flora Banks
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