Don't you just love it when your university literature contains poetry?
Or when a sole measure like the usage of words can make your day?
Like tonight's taxi-driver, or my proffessor in Soviet-studies' soothing story-telling voice?
Don't you just love it when you can find love in these little things?
There's something so calming about that fact.
There's
still
hope.
I think I'll be happy after all.
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