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My grandmother Winifred Ellen Reynolds, seated far right, front row.
Peace Celebrations, Parkers Piece, Cambridge, 19th July 1919


The fact is that we live only in communion, not only with our present,
but with the past and future as well. We are haunted by a whole poetry of living,
by lullabies half-remembered and sounds of train whistles in the night
and the scent of lavender in a summer garden. We are haunted by grief, too, and fear,
and images of childhood terror and the macabre dissolution of age.

Nathaniel West


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