"By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept" by Paulo Coelho that i read and liked.
Memories. The months and years leading up to that week seemed to be part of some other incarnation of mine - an era to which I never wanted to return, beacuase it hadn't been touched by the hand of love. I felt as if I had lived the same day over and over for years
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