Book: A letter to the Paris one a miss
... life is when you climb up, and then stop and something clicks; and even this low white enveloping the sky in the warm depth of the well, and from the sky smells like lavender.
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MegaMozg 15-01-2017 / 15:48
Habits are concrete forms of rhythm, the portion measured, which helps us to live.
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MegaMozg 04-01-2017 / 09:07
Everything seems so natural, as long as the truth is unknown.
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MegaMozg 04-01-2017 / 09:07
