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Farewell, Vianne.
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Categories: words and feelings
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Words keep coming and going. It was as if I was writing on an empty lake. And I was sure that I was writing a novel written on water. The first book, the one about the city and the shadows of illusion. The loneliness in it can only be read with the same posture as loneliness. It's a time of farewells, and we use the constant ending as a beginning to welcome the new birth. But where is the new life...