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❝ I never thought that our memories could have a shape and a color, even a name… children of a red ball of yarn and a few centimeters tall, kept alive by a very thin and unstable thread tied to their waists.
I never thought that our memories could have a shape and a color, even a name… children of a red ball of yarn and a few centimeters tall, kept alive by a very thin and unstable thread tied to their waists.
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