[gibberish ad lib.]
Amor nos une
[love unites us]
There are memories vague and fleeting, or sharp and searing.
Moods leaving a sense of urgency or disquiet, or a sense of well-being and belonging.
And always, objects inhabit the memories.
There are some rooms, real, or imagined, some moments, some aspects of light that haunt you.
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