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Finally I reach its point of this book, after she imagines herself starving beneath the tree as the figs rot—her reality became saddened.

"All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung, suspended, a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air."

Such a fine description about colours that I like.

"Then she slipped a suit jacket over her lilac blouse, pinned a hat of imitation lilacs on the top of her head, powdered her nose briefly and adjusted her thick spectacles. She looked terrible, but very wise. As she left the office, she patted my shoulder with one lilac-gloved hand."

Re-reading this book to reconnect my self with mindfulness ✨️

Mumpung belum disibukan dengan tugas-tugas kuliah. Time spent with books is never wasted ;)