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“You could say I missed a place. You could say I missed a time, or a place and a time, or the person I was in that place and time--all of these things would be true. You could say I missed a particular season of a particular year when I lived in a city now thousands of miles away and many years ago. That distance widens by the hour, yet it amazes me that any time has passed at all.”

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Book:The Traces: An Essay
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