They remain shadows. Two sepia shadows on an old snapshot, two barely moving shadows in my head, shadows whose fewremaining words and acts I have invented. Perhaps I only want their forgiveness for having forgotten them. I remember their deaths, but not their lives. Yet they’re inside me, flowing unknown in my blood and moving unrecognized in my skull.
-Margaret Laurence
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