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Old places fire the internal weather of our pasts. The mild winds, aching calms, and hard storms of forgotten emotions return to us when we return to the spots where they happened.

Siri Hustvedt , em The Sorrows of an American
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Crippled and crazy, we hobble toward the finish line, pen in hand.

Siri Hustvedt , em The Sorrows of an American
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