"The miles he runs around the world to escape, you run in your mind", she said.
My 'mind'.
And I still miss you.
Mile by mile, man by man.
you get so alone at times that it just makes sense
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as the gentle rain from heaven
1947 young writer Truman Capote had the opportunity to visit one of his admired idols, the legendary French author Colette: Shyness, nerves, I…
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e come spesso indarno si sospira
"A slow sadness took hold of us. Our lot was exile. Our city was far away, our books, our friends, the shifting ups and downs of a real…
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happy go lightly
Holly stepped out of the car; she took the cat with her. Cradling him, she scratched his head and asked, What do you think? This ought to be the…
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