part of people she had never met; being laid out like a mist between the people she knew best, who lifted her on their branches as she had seen the trees lift the mist, but it spread ever so far, her life, herself.
“For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.”
― The Garden of Evening Mists
― The Garden of Evening Mists
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