Every time I think of you, that is how I see you, how I see us, frozen for all time on that canvas, immune to the fading of memory. I spend immeasurable moments imagining myself in that scene, until I feel I am entering the space of the photograph and am no longer the man who observes but the man lying beside the woman. Then the quiet symmetry of the picture is broken and I hear voices very close to my ear.
“Tell me a story,” I say to you.
“What about?”
“Tell me a story you have never told anyone before. Make it up for me.”
-Isabel Allende, The Stories of Eva Luna 1989
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