I was living someone else's life, not my own. How much of this person I called myself was really me? And how much was not?
– Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
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Detail od Cupid and Psyche by Antonio Canova
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Steve Mccurry | Magnum Photos
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Someone who sees you deeply without confusing you for the walls you made to protect and hide yourself. Someone who can find you.
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Icelandic Stallion In The Lupins by Heather Swan
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