“ There is so little to remember of anyone— an anecdote, a conversation at table. But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that wanderers will find a way home.
Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping
Boats Against the Current
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