And that moment you move into a brighter light, I´ll stare any more longer. Because of that
quick bright glance I ´ll forget what I
was doing and I won´t be able to think of anything else.
that is part of the beauty of literature: you discover that your longings are universal longings, that you´re not lonely and isolated from anyone. you belong.(F. Scott Fitzgerald)
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