The best secrets

The best secrets are the most twisted
― Sara Shepard

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thinking of home

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. ~ William Faulkner


clear and crisp and cold

Outside, there was that predawn kind of clarity, where the momentum of living has not quite captured the day. The air was not filled with conversation or thought bubbles or laughter or sidelong glances. Everyone was sleeping, all of their ideas and hopes and hidden agendas entangled in the dream world, leaving this world clear and crisp and cold…                                                                                                                                                     ~ Reif Larsen

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