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"It’s different today," she said, nodding toward the water.
The woman smiled. "Why would you want a copy? A copy is just a ghost. If today were exactly like yesterday, you wouldn't actually be living today—you’d just be remembering it." nic_dwa_razy_w_szymborska
"It’s always different," Marek complained. "That’s the problem. I’m trying to get back to how it was." "It’s different today," she said, nodding toward the water
Marek looked at her. He thought of the poem’s lines: “No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kiss.” "It’s different today