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“From the photo albums, every single print of her had been peeled away. Shots of the both of us together had been cut, the parts with her neatly trimmed away, leaving my image behind. Photos of me alone or of mountains and rivers and deer and cats were left intact. Three albums rendered into a revised past. It was as if I'd been alone at birth, alone all my days, and would continue alone.”
― Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase

“…photographs on a wall were there for people to see and to examine if interested; an album is a different thingâ€�”
― Alexander McCall Smith, The Woman Who Walked in Sunshine