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“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”

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Reaching out to embrace the random. reaching out to embrace what ever may come.

Believe you can, and you will.

Same shit, different day
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O’ terremot è vuler’ ‘e Dio, fa ben’ alla terra. Comm’ quann’ na persona sta mal’: accumula, accumula, finchè o s’ libera e sfoga, o mor!