The look in a young girl's eyes.
Children playing in the schoolyard.
Merchants chatting.
Girls on the bus talking about the something new.
Conviction.
And there I am: Breathing.
with lifeless eyes
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
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