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Her reputation for reading a great deal hung about her like the cloudy envelope of a goddess in an epic.
Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady (via metalshell)
The only thing I learnt in a year
where I didn’t smile once,
not really
Is nothing matters more than love,
no nothing, not nothing no, not nearly
We’ve not got long you know
To bask in the afterglow
Once it’s gone it’s gone
Love waits for no one
“Nothing, Not Nearly”, Laura Marling
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