The Bookstore Corner

So, you climbed up happily? I'm searching for you in the depths of Kafka's, Strindberg's, and Panayiotopoulos's thoughts, "completely alone" and with guilt.

I didn't get a chance to ask you about your unfulfilled dreams because you were looking sadly at the sea during your walks along the harbor on some Sundays when you found a little time for us and for yourself.

Only an olive remained from you on my son's back. Now that you've calmed down, you come and go occasionally, blowing incomprehensible words. I'm learning a little about you.

Where are you;

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