"He is dead, she thought bitterly, because we have forgotten him."

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And so I write this for you, My Sarah. With the hope that one day, when you’re old enough, this story that lives with me, will live with you as well. When a story is told, it is not forgotten. It becomes something else, a memory of who we were; the hope of what we can become.

— Tatiana de Rosnay