it seems impossible for all things to be one.

Zip! Back to the mansion. Zip! to Market Square. Zip! and there was the castle yet again. She was getting the hang of it. Zip! Here was Upper Folding—but how did you stop? Zip! “Oh, confound it!” Sophie cried, almost in Marsh Folding again.

Life is a fragrance sometimes it smells awesome and sometimes it smells ugly, but the one who resist in all types of odour is the real champion, who persist real conditioning of life.

He didn't seem to have suffered. His face looked very peaceful. It was like - a windless day at the end of autumn, when a single leaf falls from a tree. But maybe that's not a good way to put it.

Written By Haruki Murakami

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