Elle Vole de Ses Propres Ailes.

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That's all.

You ask “What is life?” That is the same as asking “What is a carrot?” A carrot is a carrot and we know nothing more.

—Anton Chekhov - Letter to his wife, Olga Knipper Chekhov (April 20, 1904)

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I run through a wooded isle and I chase the sunlight mile after mile and I feel like I know this place. As the tree line breaks into wide-open space, I stare at a bright red sun.

Lonesome Dreams, Lord Huron (via rainydaysandblankets)

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