Zelda Fitzgerald I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.
Zelda Fitzgerald By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future.
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Zelda Fitzgerald