"the shadow past is shaped by everything that never happened. invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst. a biography of longing. it steers us like magnetism, a spirit torque. this is how one becomes undone by a smell, a word, a place, the photo of a mountain of shoes. by love that closes it's mouth before calling a name" - anne
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