Memory revises me. — Li-Young Lee, The City in Which I Love You
Memory revises me. — Li-Young Lee, The City in Which I Love You
Memory revises me. — Li-Young Lee, The City in Which I Love You
Memory revises me. — Li-Young Lee, The City in Which I Love You
Memory revises me. — Li-Young Lee, The City in Which I Love You
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Memory revises me.

— Li-Young Lee, The City in Which I Love You
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