domingo, 12 de julho de 2015

Deliciosa Leitura Fantástica (77)

And I needed a rock. Something to hold onto, to stand on. Something solid. Because everything was going soft, turning into mush, into marsh, into fog. Fog closing in on all sides. I didn't know where I was at all.

Very Far Away From Anywhere Else, Ursula K. Le Guin

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