He could see the fish and he had only to look at his hands and feel his back against the stern to know that this had truly happened and was not a dream.

...the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare thoughts, a chemistry of stars.

Mientras pensamos en el presente, se está convirtiendo en pasado.

I employ this thing I called The Shovel List.”   “A shovel..?”  “No, a shovel list. It’s more of a conceptual thing. It’s a list of all the people and things I hate so much I want to hit them in the face with a shovel.

Written By Marian Keyes

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