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The fridge light washes this room white. Moon dances over your good side and this was all we used to need.

The fridge light washes this room white. Moon dances over your good side and this was all we used to need.

Pensavo che fossi un generale. Mi serve un generale.
Dio
Anche i dolori sfiorivano e appassivano. Nulla aveva consistenza, neppure il dolore.
Hermann Hesse