[…] the days merged, any day was every day, they broke like waves on the beach. The rhythm was comforting; the very repetition muffled all anxiety and calmed all fury.

Majgull Axelsson, from April Witch (Random House Trade Paperbacks, 2003)    
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❛ I AM SICK WITH THIS DESPERATE FURY  –––  about.❛ THIS IS THE SILENCE OF ASTOUNDED SOULS   –––  words.masha's days in the moors after fleeing eastern europe!!nice