"I think of my memories as tucked away in an ebony treasure box like rough-cut jewels, often with no setting, just colored stones, some midnight black, some golden as sunrise over the sea, some the peaceful hue of chalcedony. When I hold one in my hand, chosen at random, I live completely in the spell it casts. Then they may go back in the ebony box as I face the adventures of tomorrow."
-Gladys Taber
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