Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means we're inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.
I'm trying every day to devour books before they devour me.
I am striving to become a warrior, who knows that we never know what will happen to us next.
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