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No Kaningema nav lasītas tikai “Stundas”, – izdevniecībā diemžēl nevar nopirkt, izmēģināšu laimi Ja kāds zina, kur vēl to var iegūt, dodiet ziņu, ļoti priecāšos 🙂

We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It’s as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowly devoured by some disease, or, if we’re very fortunate, by time itself. There’s just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds & expectations, to burst open & give us everything we’ve ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning, we hope, more than anything for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so.



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