. " I still see things that are not here. I just choose not to acknowledge them. Like a diet of the mind, I just choose not to indulge certain appetites; like my appetite for patterns; perhaps my appetite to imagine and to dream"
~A beautiful mind
Sirul acela de litere mute ii rasuna in urechi ca o cascada de apa cristalina. Rostite, isi pierdeau magia; n`au fost niciodata punctul ei forte. Scrisul era linistea ei, cantecul de leagan care ii potolea spaimele.
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