Maybe in a distant place, everything has quietly lost from time to time. When we live our lives as we discover-by pulling towards yourself the piece of thread attached to each person-what was lost. I try to remember to look in a lot of these beautiful loss there, which one is his. Pull them closer, keep taking them. In knowing that our lives have passed.[Sputnik-Haruki Murakami]
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