No more false ceilings, just endless sky I'll always reflect the light that you shine & I'll never forget the way that you smile From the streets you hold with graceful style
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7 June 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
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Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West
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