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Identity is less a fact we carry than a trail of addresses, photos, and names others happen to keep.
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War erases people quietly, leaving only names on lists and faces in photographs nobody places anymore.
Missing Person
A forgotten life comes back only in scraps, borrowed from strangers who barely remember it either.
Rue des Boutiques obscures
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