At a certain point, memory begins to be a burden. — Laurie Colwin, Shine On, Bright and Dangerous Object
At a certain point, memory begins to be a burden. — Laurie Colwin, Shine On, Bright and Dangerous Object
At a certain point, memory begins to be a burden. — Laurie Colwin, Shine On, Bright and Dangerous Object
At a certain point, memory begins to be a burden. — Laurie Colwin, Shine On, Bright and Dangerous Object
At a certain point, memory begins to be a burden. — Laurie Colwin, Shine On, Bright and Dangerous Object
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At a certain point, memory begins to be a burden.

— Laurie Colwin, Shine On, Bright and Dangerous Object
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