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"But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said."
- Agatha Christie,
And Then There Were None
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stuck in a labyrinth of quintessential temperament, preventing from relishing own fragility, gratifying communism, overlooking own psyche!
Redemption being just an excuse.
Just to end with a not so known solitary.
a daze is what I think .
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a/n: love agatha! She's a gem.
.a masterpiece .
