"She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… Her hear...
The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.
~ Gabriel García Márquez ~
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The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.
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