EMIL CIORAN In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
Monday, June 23, 2025
DAPHNE DU MAURIER Rebecca
I should remember the rose garden in summer, and the birds that sang at dawn. Tea under the chestnut tree, and the murmur of the sea coming up to us from the lawns below…they were memories that cannot hurt.
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