...a friend who shares his sense of life and literature, then one has come into a long-sought space that breathes a form of "Amen."
Reality is too large and too complex for understanding. One must rest content in discovering a little secluded avenue where the possibility of some god's small beneficence is waiting. Where a sufficient meaning of time is found and is suffused with radiance beneath a tree of dreams.
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