Everything filled me with the joy of being alive until my whole being seemed no more than a hovering rapture… — André Gide
Everything filled me with the joy of being alive until my whole being seemed no more than a hovering rapture: memories or regrets, hope or desire, future and past fell silent; I knew nothing of life but what the moment brought to it, took from it.
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