I miss that world from the safe distance of memory. — Maureen Corrigan, Leave Me Alone, I'm Reading: Finding and Losing Myself in Books
I miss that world from the safe distance of memory. — Maureen Corrigan, Leave Me Alone, I'm Reading: Finding and Losing Myself in Books
I miss that world from the safe distance of memory. — Maureen Corrigan, Leave Me Alone, I'm Reading: Finding and Losing Myself in Books
I miss that world from the safe distance of memory. — Maureen Corrigan, Leave Me Alone, I'm Reading: Finding and Losing Myself in Books
I miss that world from the safe distance of memory. — Maureen Corrigan, Leave Me Alone, I'm Reading: Finding and Losing Myself in Books
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I miss that world from the safe distance of memory.

— Maureen Corrigan, Leave Me Alone, I'm Reading: Finding and Losing Myself in Books
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