“[…] Oh, winter, master of pauses,
guardian of time, scent of yesterday,
in your embrace the future opens up,
and hope sprouts in the frost.”
(Ada Negri)
“Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form inself on the edge of consciousness.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep
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