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fatima aamer bilal, from all that is damaging.
[text id: there’s always a home. the one you’re running to or the one you’re running from.]
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Albert Camus, The Fall
But the heart has its own memory
and I have forgotten nothing.
Source: aaresx
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Flávio Franja
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Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947
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eskid
Wolves by Gary Wilson
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— Mary Oliver, The Pond
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