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By Nabokov Submitted by B.K. Date: 2015 Feb 24 Comment on this Work [[2015.02.24.20.29.26138]] |
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I need you, my fairy-tale. Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds. |