We none of us wanted a palace: we liked this humming little hell-hole with its atrophied rules and characters, its ogres and mascots. Alan Hollinghurst
The Folding Star
Day one after the full moon
Stone-faced and driving. Emotionally screwed. Listening to Age of Auquarius on the radio. Doing the things on the list.
(Le-ee-t the sunshine in ! Le-ee-t the sunshine in. The su-uuu-n shine i-ii-n... Ya-iya-ya...)
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