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Lines in the heather
Incessant musings from an amateur musician and professional hug giver.
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when a sprinter complains to a distance runner about their work out
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Before him he saw two roads, both equally straight; but he did see two; and that terrified him—he who had never in his life known anything but one straight line. And, bitter anguish, these two roads were contradictory.
Victor Hugo (via venebelle)
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