Beauty is in the strangest places. A piece of garbage floating in the wind. And that beauty exists in America. It exists everywhere. You have to develop an eye for it and be able to see it.
I used to always prefer to text, and in fact got indignant when people called. This was totally irrational.
Narrative identity takes part in the story's movement, in the dialectic between order and disorder.
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