The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.
("The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle")
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The darkness behind my closed eyelids was like the cloud-covered sky, but the gray was somewhat deeper. Every few minutes, someone would come and paint over the gray with a different-textured gray - one with a touch of gold or green or red. I was impressed with the variety of grays that existed. Human beings were so strange. All you had to do was sit still for ten minutes, and you could see this amazing variety of grays.
Everything, everything seemed once-upon-a-time.
What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.
It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy.
I'm not a fast reader. I like to linger over each sentence, enjoying the style. If I don't enjoy the writing, I stop.
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