Memory is always quietly at work, gathering and interweaving experience. Memory is the place where our vanished lives secretly gather. For nothing that happens to us is ever finally lost or forgotten. In a strange way, everything that happens to us remains somehow still alive within us.
John O’Donahue (January 1, 1956 – January 4, 2008)
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