I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past rec — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
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I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past recede. My old life still burns within me, but more and more of it is reduced to the ashes of memory.

— Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
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