lonely cactus...

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“But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.”
Haruki Murakami 




(it's always at 4am!!…and always in summertime...)




(ta for love yesterday...silent hearts also...)