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Just a sort of unexplained sadness that comes each afternoon when the new day is...
Author:
Robert M. Pirsig
Book:
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle
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Just a sort of unexplained sadness that comes each afternoon when the new day is gone forever and there's nothing ahead but increasing darkness.
( Robert M. Pirsig )
[ Zen and the Art of Motorcycle ]
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