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ZELDA FITZGERALD ~ LONELINESS

26 April 2013

The sky lay over the city like a map showing the strata of things and the big full moon toppled over in a furrow like the abandoned wheel of a gun carriage on a sunset field of battle and the shadows walked like cats and I looked into the white and ghostly interior of things and thought of you and I looked on their structural outsides and thought of you and was lonesome.”

― Zelda Fitzgerald, Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda

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