Wednesday, January 18, 2012 Nicajoice 0 Comments


...for when he put the violin back into its case 

and walked down the dead streets without looking back, 
he no longer felt that he was leaving the next morning 
but that he had gone away many years before 
with the irrevocable determination never to return.

-Gabriel Garcia Marquez,
Love in the Time of Cholera

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