Monthly Archives: June, 2014


I tried to read in the garden beneath the shadow of a tree, under my old cotton hat, but it was too hot, too humid. Yet, the rays of a newly risen hope were sorrounding me, even if I chose to remain indoors. Wafts of roses blew toward to me from time to time, remindining me of beauty and the privilege of …


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From time to time I sink into a gloomy fit, on account of many little things, on account of annoyances and failures. The world is not a garden full of perfume, as it seems on joyful days, but a blackness of hell, a dreadful place where you just curse the day that gave you birth. …

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