The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything beco — José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
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The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything becomes what we choose to invent.

— José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
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