"Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real."
"The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment in the incandescence like the shape of a flower, a molten rose. Then all was dark again."
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Source: Cormac McCarthy (2007). “The Road”, p.40, Vintage
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