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nothing matters but the quality
of the affection—
in the end—that has carved the trace in the mind
dove sta memoria

(Ezra Pound, Canto 76, lines 151–160.)

My cousin Ingram died yesterday. After my father, the man who guided me to this trajectory in life. Always special. To be missed, always. Dove sta memoria.

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