Read a book while hours slip by. Traverse countries with adventure. Experience a love more tender than prose. In the long run, I adore these works of art in life.

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Read a book while hours slip by. Traverse countries with adventure. Experience a love more tender than prose. In the long run, I adore these works of art in life.
A despondent blue period rose in my deep self, with hours squandered, but alas, today, for some reason a wistful feeling stopped me in the uncomfortable.