Minutes To The Dawn

The sun to rise & you get that warm feeling.

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Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, what am I in love with? My own imaginings?
D.H. Lawrence, “The Evening Land”

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I turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I’m the stranger.
Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel’s Game