Tag: Novel

Perhaps freedom has no meaning

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Her body seemed outside her

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This look of sadness would last perhaps for a minute

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Ringing out in a very open space

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I don’t want them to reward me for nonsense

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The milk of incomprehension

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Hardness was probably his most distinctive quality

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Every abyss has its lullabies

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It was a family of women buccaneers

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The first tear opened up that day

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Two half drowned things, clinging together in a shipwreck

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A strange carousel from which there was no getting off

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What two people can make of the same view

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Beautiful flying things

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Trust is fine, but control is better

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Nothing holds the wind back from its wings

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To disentangle true from false

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Memories lie slumbering within us

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