Selective Amnesia

CALL: Did you not promise me the sun? RESPONSE: The sun? The sun? Did I? CALL: Did you not say the stars would be my anklets, the moon my silver comb? RESPONSE: The stars? The moon? Ah! Who told you so? CALL: You swore it beneath the Ìrókò tree! You called the river to bear witness! RESPONSE: The Ìrókò…

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