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And then in anger they dispossessed us, they confiscated what we had treasured: the word, which is memory's strong-box. Ever since that day they have burned and been eaten up with the great logs on the hearth. The smoke rises on the wind and crumbles away. Only the ash remains, and it has no face. All this so that you might come, and he who was younger than you are, and a breath-just a breath-might suffice you. ."
"Don't tell me that tale, Nana."