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it’s taken me some time to recognize how knowing you has been like coming in from the cold, lonely road to find a warm fire and a table laid.
Reklam
I suppose, back then, I was reading fiction in search of assurances that there was still reason for hope.
When you find a place for yourself in the world, it feels like music.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt at home in the world, but I’m not sure that’s unique. I'm not sure.
Imagine, the letters one has sent out into the world, the letters received back in turn, are like the pieces of a magnificent puzzle, or, a better metaphor, if dated, the links of a long chain, and even if those links are never put back together, which they will certainly never be, even if they remain for the rest of time dispersed across the earth like the fragile blown seeds of a dying dandelion, isn’t there something wonderful in that, to think that a story of one’s life is preserved in some way, that this very letter may one day mean something, even if it is a very small thing, to someone?
Reklam