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In the brief adjacency of strangers, our memories mold unspoken signatures; we are sketches lingering, silent echoes hanging together before dissolving into constellations of whom we once were. - Selina Hartman In the brief adjacency of strangers, our memories mold unspoken signatures; we are sketches lingering, silent echoes hanging together before dissolving into constellations of whom we once were. - Selina Hartman In the brief adjacency of strangers, our memories mold unspoken signatures; we are sketches lingering, silent echoes hanging together before dissolving into constellations of whom we once were. - Selina Hartman