Time had gone, and my memory did not exist, and I was unable to distinguish between what I had invented and what I had known, and I knew that what I had invented was all false.
Doris Lessing in The Golden Notebook.



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Tardes largas y luminosas, nada que hacer mas que el calor. Me gustaría estar en otro sitio lejano y frío, más calido.

Houston 1993

Long shining afternoons, nothing to do even the hot. I wish I was in a far cold place, warmest place.

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