Dusk

Dusk

You can’t find someone who doesn’t want to be found.

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The deepest silence reigned and, for a moment, he had the impression he was dreaming, that he was walking and walking, remaining actually in the same bewitched place, where time had stopped, that he was trying to touch the trees that looked so close, but he was only touching an empty space.

The House of the Spirits, Isabel Allende

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