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"in the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun."
pocas cosas marcaron tanto a mi yo de 15 como esta cita ! 💌
"in the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun."
pocas cosas marcaron tanto a mi yo de 15 como esta cita ! 💌
Added to listleidos en mi adolescenciawith 4 books.
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