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Memories of the past would return to us more often

if only we sought them out, sought their intense sweetness.

But we let them slumber within us,

and worse, we let them die, rot,

so much so that the generous impulses that sweep through our souls when we are twenty

we later call naive, foolish...

Our purest, most passionate loves

take on the depraved appearance of sordid pleasure.

~Irène Némirovsky