But I do love the world,” I whispered to the empty room. I love its small ones, the things beaten in the strangling surf the singing bird which falls and is not seen again, the lost ones, the failures of the world.”
On the road to another day in paradise
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Posted on January 20, 2014 with 4 notes
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