“Let these words be footsteps, because I have a long way to travel. Let the words walk the dirty streets. Let them make their way across the crying grass. Let them stand and breathe and pant smoke in winter evenings. And when they’re tired and have fallen down, let them buckle to their feet and arc around me, watchful.”
Getting The Girl by Markus Zusak-
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