Four posts ago, I came across some quote from Nicole Krauss' The History of Love over at
literaryquotes. It struck me as one of those very simple lines that once read, traces a ripple in every fiber of your being, leaving you momentarily still in one of those deer-in-the-headlights episodes of your life that seemingly becomes a turnpike from the self you were
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hmmm... :D
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Stop stalking other people's blogs and go back to yours, kiddo! You made me like writing again, it's time I return the favor. Update, update, update. :D
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from spring, naging autumn na layout mo. is there something dying inside you, ho-ben? :D
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something dying inside of me. hmm.. what do you think? :'(
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it's bong :)
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