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“Saint knew love”
― Chris Whitaker, All the Colours of the Dark

“So that was how it was”
― M.R. Carey, Once Was Willem

“So in the warm summer days the lonesome child sat on her stoop and pretended disdain for the group of children playing on the sidewalk. Francie played with imaginary companions and made believe that they were better than real children. But all the while her heart beat in rhythm to the poignant sadness of the song the children sang while walking around in a ring with hands joined.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

“Of Jhige and Yotto”
― Simon Jimenez, The Vanished Birds