"For no one, in our long decline,So dusty, spiteful and divided,Had quite such pleasant friends as mine,Or loved them half as much as I did.
When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside w...
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