In the evening Olenka sat on the steps and heard the music playing and the rockets bursting in the Tivoli; but it no longer aroused any response in her. She looked listlessly into the yard, thought of nothing, wanted nothing, and when night came on, she went to bed and dreamed of nothing but the empty yard.
-The Darling, Anton Chekhov
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nice to meet mew!Hi, I'm Lauren, and this blog is the repository of my thoughts about erm, mundane things. As you can see, I have a thing for cats. I also like cheese. Archives
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