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The Hardest Book To Understand...
What is reality? An illusion? Something solid? Is it like Time?
Inconspicuous, sheβs a chameleon who blends in wherever sheβs at,Β though her authenticity is never hidden she shies away from filters shining with her genuine self which often softens her glowΒ in the ostentatious crowd
Once in a while, the right ones come along the ones who notice her light and what they see is one-of-a-kind coruscating in the throng of fabrication
She is truth spoken to the unblind
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"so this shall be my suffocating vow"
Another masterpiece by the legend- Emily Dickinson... π€π€π€
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"I had no idea then how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality." ~J.K. Rowling, Harvard Commencement Address 2008
I love it when literature touches me, when it reaches my bones. It doesn't matter if it's in a pleasurable way or a horrifying way, either way it's satisfying.
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minutes stretching into hours of blue with the warmth of Summer like a glove, I walked my shadow, phantom light through the gloom, found old paths and laid new ones.
ii.
black keys and white in translation, years aloft on the breeze, these notes, information, Iβve been saying, life is in you.
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the past fading into flow, says, i waited here for you.
Thanks Hagrid! There's really no Hogwarts without Hagrid. What's comin' will come and we'll meet it when it does.