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Nastiness Diagnosis. Anthropology. Religion. Gender. Justice. A Personal Notepad For the General Public.

Chapter 20 Page 1, One Hundred Years of Solitude

…wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

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This entry was posted on October 1, 2009 by in 【Moldy Room of Sketchism】.
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