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Fyodor Dostoyevsky

It was a marvelous night, the sort of night one only experiences when one is young. The sky was so bright, and there were so many stars that, gazing upward, one couldn’t help wondering how so many whimsical, wicked people could live under such a sky. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, from “White Nights” (1848), White Nights and Other Stories. (Andesite Press, August 12, 2015) Originally

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