An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
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An odd thing souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now.

— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
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