"Last night I uttered the same things. How many more nights like this? How many more morrow will there be? I wonder. And will just keep on wondering."
Phases of the moon took turns unnoticed yet all things planned and expected were still left undone. And tomorrow as sun overcasts it, I will wake up with a different energy and vigor. I will wake up with a new perspective and enthusiasm to accomplish my will. For yesterday I have been idle, and tomorrow it will be different.
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On my booklist:
Marquez’ One Hundred Years of Solitude
Milan Kundera’s Unbearable Lightness of Being
Itallo Calvino’s On A Winter’s Night, A Traveller
Isabell Allende’s Daughter of Fortune
John Grisham’s The Bleachers
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