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Lemony Snicket, The Hostile Hospital
I wanted to write you a story about magic. I wanted rabbits appearing from hats. I wanted balloons lifting you into the sky. It turned out to be nothing but sadness, war, heartbreak. You never saw it, but there’s a garden inside me.
Light Boxes // Shane Jones
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We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
John Keats
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