تتغير المعطيات ويظل المكان.
فيذكرك المكان الذي لم يتغير بالمعطيات القديمة التي تغيرت.
حينها، يصبح المألوف غير مريح.
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It's difficult when you can no longer recognize someone, when you look at the face, but no longer understand how it's the same person. You see glimpses of your person for a mere split second, and then it dissolves as fast as it came, and you end up looking desperately for that familiar face you saw for just a moment.
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Those who have seen you cry, those who have witnessed your tears, have seen something so close, so deep, so sacred.
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