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One day I can be a Gothic chick, and the next day I’ll be Hitler Youth. She had mentioned the address where she and her sister had lived. I have unfinished business. “Do you remember the mountains? Do you remember how we loved one another? How intensely we loved one another! Do you remember the light on things and the glory of things? I’m greedy, I’m greedy! I want children like the mountains and life like the sky. It was in her eyes—the big thing that comes but once.
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