We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors. — Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
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We are our memory,we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,that pile of broken mirrors.

— Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness
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