"Then she took my hand and touched it to the wound beside her eye. I caressed the half-inch scar. As I did so, the waves of her consciousness pulsed through my fingertips and into me - a delicate resonance of longing. Probably someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something."
— Haruki Murakami (The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle)
— Haruki Murakami (The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle)
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