Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders"
the lights of the city below her began to sparkle in the dim twilight of nothing. in a room on a couch a girl absent-mindedly searches her soul. her face shows youth but her eyes hold a stare of aged regret. she looked to her work for fulfillment, and stupidly to him, but of course found only emptiness. her old life haunted her. she began to
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