And like an aviator who rolls painfully along the ground until, abruptly, he breaks away from it, I felt myself being slowly lifted towards the silent peaks of memory.
— Marcel Proust
Time Regained
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved
And like an aviator who rolls painfully along the ground until, abruptly, he breaks away from it, I felt myself being slowly lifted towards the silent peaks of memory.
— Marcel Proust
Time Regained
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved