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universal mind
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“I never saw her in the daytime. We seemed to live by night. What was left of the day went away like a pack of cigarettes you smoked. I didn’t know where she lived. I never followed her. All I ever had to go on was a place and time to see her again. I don’t know what we were waiting for. Maybe we thought the world would end.” Out of the Past (1947)
Reblogged from this isn't happiness.
텀블러도 트윗도, 첨엔 어렵구나,
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