a day in the life.

a small place in a big world

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It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget.
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via philphys)

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