The wind was the edge of the world. An inescapable retro colour filled the place. It made me feel as if I were being quietly swallowed up by an alien reality, something foreign and just out of reach, vague yet strangely gentle.
(Haruki Murakami)
Finally, some time to myself besides work. In fact, I have always been keeping to myself, other than the occasional excited displays with my friends and family >v<
RACHEL YAMAGATA - QUIET
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