Words.
Yes, that’s certain, that event, that crime, that infinitesimal pulsation that rises inside one, reverberates, re-echoes, really hurts, before withering away and perishing in the form of words.
J.M.G. Le Clezio.
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Yes, that’s certain, that event, that crime, that infinitesimal pulsation that rises inside one, reverberates, re-echoes, really hurts, before withering away and perishing in the form of words.
J.M.G. Le Clezio.