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That’s when she sensed, like something blurred and moving glimpsed through a partition whose glass is clouded, both that love was coming for her and the nothing she could do about it.
Is it possible then that all the people of this place are painters going about their world with the painting tools of their time?
although it seemed to be the end of the world to me – it wasn’t. There was a lot more world :
