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Vanda

  • Dry your eyes

    To every onslaught of emotion,colder and harder the light in the eyesbecomes--or indefinable, as impervious tounderstanding as nostalgiabut never looking behind them.Their crocodile tears were once si

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"In my contact with people I find that, as a rule, it is only the little, narrow people who live for themselves, who never read good books, who do not travel, who never open up their souls in a way to permit them to come into contact with other souls -- with the great outside world."
— Booker T. Washington, Up From Slavery