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[28 Feb 2014|01:25am] |
“I want to gather up all the words in the world and
write them down on little pieces of paper—then
throw them in the air. They would look like tiny
sparrows flying toward the sun. Without all those
words, the sky would be clear and perfect
and blue. The deafening world would be beautiful in
all that silence.”
— Benjamin Alire Saenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster
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