It was not true that he would never see her again. It was not true simply because it was impossible.
Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage
Writing a line or two on every page. Page after page. Then making paper boats out of them. And then turn on the kitchen sink...
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Friday, December 30, 2005
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