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Fernando Pessoa

A gladness in the air feels almost too cool against the skin. The day is ending not in grey but in pale blue. A hazy blue is even reflecting off the stones of the street. It hurts to live, but the pain is remote. Feeling doesn’t matter. — Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. (Penguin Modern Classics, 2002)

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