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It was a quiet slow Sunday. Then suddenly, I was knocked off my feet and hurtling into an unknown,...
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It was a quiet slow Sunday. Then suddenly, I was knocked off my feet and hurtling into an unknown,...
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Pablo Neruda, Love Sonnet XXXVI