“Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists,
in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists,
where everything was discovered, and everything was possible.
A stick could be a sword, a pebble could be a diamond, a tree, a castle.
Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house across the field,
from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games.
She was Queen and he was King. In the autumn light her hair shone like a crown.
They collected the world in small handfuls. When the sky grew dark,
they parted with leaves in their hair.
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl,
and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”
― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
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