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3.25.1911, Anonymous
3.25.1911, Anonymous
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"And she thought home might not be a place or a human but a life, An emotion. She saw it in the lights of an empty theatre, In the floorboards of a creaky stage and the hills made of lights and shadows, sharp as knives. She dreamt in dimmers, in light cues gently coming up like sunrises of brilliant red and blue and deep purple; In sound cues and the quiet 'go!' followed by the thunder of a blooming flower."
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She was saying goodbye and she didn’t even know it.
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via wnq-writers)
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‘Séléné’ By Albert Aublet, 1880
this isn’t mine & I found it on Facebook but I feel like it needs to be put here. Thank you