87. Memories
One day the two of them will look back upon this life, its terrible and exacting uncertainties. They will mourn, with inconsolable loveliness, how the time they spent at war changed them and is heavily edited, unavoidably covered with haphazard, terrible events that resemble the footprints of birds. Of their time together, very little now remains, as if they have been reduced, in all essence, into fragments of Sappho.