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Dec 09, 2006 14:21

"She loved to jump on her bed. She jumped on her bed for so many years that one afternoon, the seams burst. Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?"
~Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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