by Liseth Medema
A PHOTO A DAY
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"She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while."
 Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
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