life is made up of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of gray cement. (anna quindlen)
i read and walked for miles at night along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. it never crossed my mind that that person could be me. (anna quindlen)
life is made up of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of gray cement. (anna quindlen)
i read and walked for miles at night along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. it never crossed my mind that that person could be me.
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