We’re all going to die. All of us. What a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities. We are eaten up by nothing.

~Charles Bukowski

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About little wren

I am an introvert and dreamer; a wanderer and seeker.
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