I remember the stern expression on his face when he took the stand. He had to tell the truth and protect himself from the state.#lsefiction
I remember that day with vivid fondness. It was bright for most of the morning, but turned cloudy in the afternoon. #lsefiction
I remember my grandmother would sit in the garden, eat sunflower seeds rhythmically and put her world in order just like that #LSEfiction
I remember when snow didn't feel this cold. #LSEfiction
I remember how the shattered shells left impressions on the soles of his feet #LSEfiction
I remember it all too well. So well that the achingly clear vision pierces into my skull like a nail into the board #LSEfiction- I remember the way she laughed in the face of my honesty. That was the last time I told anyone I felt like a man. #lsefiction
I remember the night they told us. It was a fiercely cold night. My mother's apron thrown by the stove. #lsefiction- I remember sitting in a red basket, clutching a paintbrush and smiling a toothless smile #LSEfiction
I remember the fall of kings and principalities. #LSEfiction- I remember my reasons for taking certain actions, though I forget the actions themselves. #lsefiction
I remember the days when I could write, memories endure of a world in which I was divine. Only memories remain. #lsefiction
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