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"My parent's house had an attic, the darkest and strangest part of the building, reachable only by placing a stepladder beneath the trapdoor and filled with unidentifiable articles too important to be thrown out with the trash but no longer suitable to have on hand. This mysterious space was the memory of the place."
AUTHOR
Lewis Thomas
KEYWORDS
attic, memory, collection
GENRE
20th Century Essay
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