As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future --a terrible festival of dead leaves.

Anna Akhmatova
As the future ripens in the past, so the past...
As the future ripens in the past, so the past...
As the future ripens in the past, so the past...
As the future ripens in the past, so the past...
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The past is the past, however, the future still remains to be seen. The past will always remain in the past, but it will never be forgotten. The life of a person is just like this. As they experience events in their life, they will always remember these experiences no matter how hard they try. This quote is just a reminder that all of our actions in life are mostly remembered by others and will always remain in history no matter how hard we try to forget them.

Source: Poems Of Akhmatova

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