In Poetically well built memory, formed from the heart's compulsions;
we are consoled not by finding ourselves returning to the city that we love,
but by losing all sense of time.
Showing posts with label Florence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Florence. Show all posts
June 17, 2018
Have things I remembered ever happened?
In Poetically well built memory, formed from the heart's compulsions;
we are consoled not by finding ourselves returning to the city that we love,
but by losing all sense of time.
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