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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Recuerdo la tormenta de nieve, era marzo y el invierno parecía terminado.

Newark 1993


I remember the snow storm in march when the winter fall.

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