nevver: Have you ever wondered which part of the other side of the earth is directly below you?
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this isn't happiness.: F. Scott Fitzgerald’s... →
nevver: Days of this February were white and magical, the nights were starry and crystalline. The town lay under a cold glory. Dyed Siberian horse. As thin as a repeated dream. The sea was coming up in little intimidating rushes. The island floated, a boat becalmed, upon the almost perceptible…