Notebooks are breadcrumbs, footprints, fingerprints, and dream-drops.
In the bell tower of an old church, a poet asked the night, "Where have you gone, my muse?"
And the night replied (to the poet's surprise), "In the lockbox of your heart...and fate holds the key."
Pain can paint rainbows as easily as it can paint gray skies.
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