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Notable Quotable #31

Then, when we had done so, we put our hands upon the freezing cold monster, our monster. And this is what we felt: vertigo, an icicle through our strong hearts, our long-lost childhoods. Sunshine in a field and crickets and the sweet tealeaf stink of a new ball mitt and a rock glinting with mica and a chaw of bubblegum wrapping its sweet sweet tendrils down our throats and the warm breeze up our shorts and the low vibrato of lake loons and the sun and the sun and the warm sun and this is what we felt; the sun.

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Notable Quotable #2

But memories reside in consciousness, and in time the dead are conveyed gradually to its furthest reaches, returning only when summoned by keepsake or song, on anniversary dates, in dreams.