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Except spending a morning with Quinn was like being exposed to sunlight after an entire lifetime beneath fluorescent lights. I’m not sure, now, that I can be happy with less.
For years, for decades. I am molten, nothing but a collection of burning atoms, so weightless I could be floating in midair, for all I know.
“What’s worse than the bad wind is the emptiness of letting nothing in at all,” he said.
