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Splendid, the word is perfect.You can't express better the strongness of the past, you can' t remember feelings, in their fragility, with such a truth.Something in our veins killing us a little if it begins to dispair.
Doesn't seem possible with such deep adoration. But I suppose things are sharpest when right before us. I understand the fear, but knowing you, I think the memories very safe in your keeping.
Isabelle .... is memory mostly truth or fiction? ... i'm not convinced it is purely binary, eh? ... one day it tells us one thing and the next possibly the very opposite ... i suppose, this is what despair feeds upon (is the correct word "delusion"? ha ha) ... the total ambiguity which arises as "time" stretches what "was" into "what we wished it to have been" ... or something similar to that ... hmmm, i don't know (and i suspect i never will) ...(you know, you can comment in French, i do read it even if i find it hard to respond, as my written French has become less than of an adolescent's - hee hee)thank you for your comment, as always, i love your enthusiasm and choice of words!!
ah Annie ... you give me way too much credit ... i find that i'm master at altering the past in my mind and really do despair when i can't recall what "really" was and instead of what i've subliminally chosen to substitute that which i wished to be ... still, there are grains of truth there (little particles that glow in the sand - somewhat impossible to pick-out individually as on the beach, when the sand is wet like my brain gets sometimes - ha ha) ...it's good to hear from you Annie, i hope all on the mend over there ... i do ...
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