“In the midst of all your memories there is one
Faded away beyond recovering;
Neither the yellow moon nor the white sun
Will ever see you drinking from that spring.”
—Jorge Luis Borges, “Limits”
For more on Borges, be sure to check out our Summer 2012 issue, due to hit newsstands in early June.
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