"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."
"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."
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Source: Zelda Fitzgerald (2013). “Save Me the Waltz: A Novel”, p.44, Simon and Schuster
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