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Continue to ChatHinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but too many times she slept like a mechanical deer in my caresses, and I ached in the metal silence of her dreams. - Richard Brautigan from https://whatsmyquote.com/quote/hinged-to-forgetfulness-like-a-door-she-slowly-closed-out-of-sight-and-she-was-the-woman-i-loved-but-too-many