Shuffling through the bodegas
Listening to all the chatter
Words of many are mundane
Though convinced they really matter
Seeking that perfect sandwich
Waiting in endless lines
Everyone is saying it now
Here come the good times
Lots of people suffer so much that perhaps they would have died of sorrow if they couldn’t dream something nice in between all the sadnesses.
Ceclia, Through a Glass Darkly by Jostein Gaarder
1994ever 
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