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Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Memories
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Fourth
Dimensions
Landscape
Memory

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I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.
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I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.
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Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.
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How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?
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You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.
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That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave up the sweet.
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She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot. I was bricks sewn into the hem of her clothes, I was a steel dress
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without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.
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echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.
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