Sometimes an uncontrollable feeling of sadness grips us. We recognize the magic moment of the day has passed and that we've done nothing about it. Life begins to conceal its magic and its art.
-Paulo Coelho, By The River Piedra I sat down and wept.
I am hungry. And I missed you, ducky. Where have you been yesterday when I waited for you? I know there is no hope anymore for me to be with you, I understand.
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