the beauty of life is that we keep on living after the salt water has cleansed our wounds, and left them stinging with a raw sense of survival and perchance. some might say that is the curse of it.
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I like books that aren’t just lovely but that have memories in themselves. Just like playing a song, picking up a book again that has memories that can take you back to another place and time