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I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind
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music was my refuge. i could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness
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there is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again -Elizabeth Lawrence
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memories and thoughts age, just as people do. but certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade
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isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different...
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{day 344} home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another,
