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from Chapter One, "House of the Winds"
Preserve your
memories. Once you start unraveling them, there is no stopping. They become
living things. Out of your control. With the careless way your mind works,
you add one new detail after another, imagined or freshly remembered. You
see the same simple afternoon light that long ago shone on your mother's
hand and give it a ghostly soul. Here
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