Unearthly Form

Posted on November 2, 2020 by ubu507

A shadow flits before me,
Not thou, but like to thee:
Ah Christ, that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be.
— Tennyson

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memory documentation and manipulation
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