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So burn all my letters, Alice… and my pictures, and whatever else people always ask for when things end. Make of them a pyre, with flames that eclipse the sun. Maybe then you will see what warmth could be, and what light is.
At 10pm on 14/05/05 | | Personal, Unpublished |
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