One day, these memories will creep out my eyes and leave traces as it touches my cheeks with cold hands.
Mahmoud Darwish, from The Butterfly's Burden; "Maybe, Because Winter Is Late,"
2 April, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
Martha Gellhorn, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marth Gellhorn
// J. W. Goethe
Finja Brandenburg // unknown
— R. Arnold
Madison Julius Cawein, “Dusk In The Woods”