Hazy, 4/5


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“There is nothing to tell you. The days get mixed up, due to sleeping in such a jumbled way, into the days and into the nights. Nothing goes on. Every once in a while there is a sudden thing about the wind that makes one feel alive and strong enough to fly.”

— Martha Gellhorn, from Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

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