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Memory
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory-
Odours when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
-Percy Bysshe Shelly
Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures.
~Jessamyn West
There are only 12 letters in the Hawaiian alphabet.
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