Where do they go, Sophie, those younger selves of ours? How do they vanish and dissolve?" "They don't," I said. "They're with us always, like little shadows, ghosting us through life. I've been aware of mine, often enough, wearing a pinafore over my starched frock, chasing Edmé up and down the great staircase in la Pierre.
( Daphne du Maurier )
[ The Glass-Blowers ]
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