... you are, no doubt. You still have miles and miles to go, great oceans of pain and time, before you learn to cope with the silence of others. Their indifference.
You are still the little girl in the picture, milk moustache, wide-eyed. Silly.
When we see the beauty of the snow, when we see the beauty of the full moon, when we see the beauty of the cherries in bloom, when in short we brush against and are awakened by the beauty of the four seasons, it is then that we think most of those close to us, and want them to share the pleasure. (Yasunari Kawabata)
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