Tuğba

Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
For the discomfort, rumours are feed.
It became a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived.
The labours of men of genius, however erroneously directed, scarcely ever fail in ultimately turning to the solid advantage of mankind.

Tuğba

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Mary Shelley
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