ma vie avec toi

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I miss those balmy summer nights when we used to share a bottle of chardonnay on a bustling terrace.

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I wonder if I still cross your mind. I wonder how different everything could have been. Would you have held me so tight and made my worst nightmares fade into the darkness?

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Grit by Angela Duckworth

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power of mercy

Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson

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Perhaps my life so far has been an endless chase of rainbows. I see from a distance -- too naïve and too young for reality -- a splendid fantasy of a bright future. I chase after the rainbow, running and running towards the pot of gold that lies beneath it. Despite the infinite chances of peril, I will chase after the rainbow. Blinded by worldly glamour and shaded by earthly seduction. Nothing stops me for a chance at fame and fortune. But when I am there, at the end of the rainbow, the rainbow collapses before my eyes. It was only an illusion.

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envy

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You give it the reason.

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Over and over again

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“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” Albert Camus

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Je serai toujours là pour toi.

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A spell

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Are you still there?

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I'd stop the world and melt with you.

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Tribeca hues

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a child's dream

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Love is heaven’s bastard son #62 , written by Akif Kichloo.

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this is my favourite bookstore in the city