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  • Window

    Every word is a pain; every glance sees a shard, The framing itself, so indestructibly hard, To cry like the wind, I’m sure we are heard Though the window was ...

    • Poetry
    • Realistic
    1 min read


It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind