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Posts from the Chapter 51 Category

439When I was a little kid I loved to eat my lunch at school under the huge climbing rose in the courtyard. I just loved to see and smell the roses.

431Everything decays at every moment. Emotions, thoughts, ideas, not just the palpable. The rays of romanticism that long surround us are everything but permanent. They dissolute insipidly in the darkness.