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28 August 2016 @ 10:26 pm
Existence  
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,” he quietly spoke, fear and despair playing out across his features, “creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time..
I didn't know what it meant at the time—the words, I mean—but I knew that I had just seen something important. Something great.
I didn't know until much later, that that spark that I was looking for—that single moment up here—he was searching for it, too.