I wanted
to be a writer, that's all. I wanted to write about it all. Everything
that happens in a moment. The way those flowers looked when you carried
them in your arms. This towel - how it smells, how it feels - this
thread, all our feelings, yours and mine. The history of who we once
were. Everything in the world. Everything all mixed up. Like it's all
mixed up now. (The Hours)
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