Marcel Proust on Reading and Dying. No prior knowledge of Proust or his epic, seven volume novel In Search of Lost Time.

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If we could all see past the illusion then maybe we could start sharing love and shedding light with each other right here and right now. The world would change in a New York minute. I have lived a .

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I watched as the curtain rose and fell in a lyrical movement with the wind. The scent of dry sand and water carresed my nose as I shut my eyes to the knowledge of the coming rain my heart was opened to. It reminds me of hope. That a once hot and scorching day could be once more cooled. It reminds me of healing! So steadily it falls.

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