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There is only time for patience and care.
There is no time for mystery.
Everything else goes on as it always has.
She did not move, and he did not.
The world had changed without any reason that I could see.
We laid down our weapons and rested under the trees.
And I was disappointed.
He was thinking many things.
Each hut had a single door, a low door that could only be entered by crouching, and there were no windows.
There was no sound and no wind.
He was not asleep; he was only idle.
I knew there was nothing more to be said.
This kind of silence can speak. Its voice may be melancholy, but it is not always so.
There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt.
There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same.
There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing.
There must have been other things to say.
Ahead of me lies a land that is unknown to the rest of the world.
L’été revient et tous ses souvenirs.
C’est une idée de génie.
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