"Dusk, I realized then, is just an illusion , because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are; there cannot be one without the other, yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel, I remember wondering, to be always together, yet forever apart?"
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook.
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Serendipity | Poetry + Prose
Random*updates on Monday, Wednesday and Friday!* Serendipity (n.) Finding something good without looking for it. [ a collection of poetry, prose and everything in between that have touched my heart. ]
