then the feeling moves on. it does not collapse; it is not whisked away. it simply moves on, like a train that stops at a small country station, stands for a while, and then continues out of sight. - michael cunningham, the hours
then the feeling moves on. it does not collapse; it is not whisked away. it simply moves on, like a train that stops at a small country station, stands for a while, and then continues out of sight. - michael cunningham, the hours
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