33.

So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days, you can hear their chorus rushing past: IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon’tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglass
I’veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme…

Excerpt from The History of Love by Nicole Krauss

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About Amber Donofrio

A recent college grad, writer, contemporary art enthusiast, avid reader, baker, writing tutor, blogger, and aspiring art critic (among other goals).
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