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When I stop going there, I will be well.
Divergent
It was something that sang out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
just to touch a dream
I am writing you at dawn, on a train headed west, a farewell letter to be mailed at the first transfer station, before I head off into parts unknown.
I cannot produce a definitive list of everywhere I have been, but I can say that I have seen a whole lot of nowhere
and the book is writ in stone
Back To Black
The Wild Shore
Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
An idealist dies
It is not the voice that commands the story; it is the ear.
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