The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword. — Josephine Hart, The truth about love
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The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword.

— Josephine Hart, The truth about love
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