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When Thomas brought the news that the house I was born in no longer existed, neither the lane nor the path sloping to the river, nothing, I had a dream of return. Multicolored. Joyous. I was able to fly, and the trees were even taller than in childhood, because they had been growing all the years since they had been cut down. (Tilda Swinton)
Trees
posted by Geist @ 6:37 pm
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