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UNLEASH MEMORIES
These days I think of the wind blowing through your hair, the years that I was in the world before you, and to eternity that before you go to meet, the bullets did not kill me in battle, but they killed my friends, me better because they did not live as well as I do, I think of you naked in front of the stove in summer, on the book curve to read better, in the fading daylight. See, we have lived more than one life, now we have to weigh anything on the scale of dreams, memories and unleash that devour what was the present.
(Yehuda Amichai)
