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My dreams had the element of sorrow everywhere, even in scenes where I featured as the hero.

atleast a hunderd other palms pressed against the window glass.

Is it possible for anyone to die of happiness?

It will never heal, my inner doctor said.

The sunlight was too strong, as if it was laughing in the face of yesterday's rain.

Behind the thick smoke, I could see two men by the mailbox unable to stop laughing.

You fancy living by the sea?

Take the fundamental step.

overcoming writer'sblock.

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