Criei-me entre livros,fazendo amigos invisíveis em páginas que se desfaziam em pó e cujo cheiro ainda conservo nas mãos.

must excuse him—he should have to go back to the club.  He would return in half an hour—or in less.  He walked

They talked about fishing, food, winds and stonework; about growing tomatoes, keeping poultry and roasting lamb, catching crayfish and scallops; telling tales, jokes; the meaning of their stories nothing, the drift of them everything; the brittle and beautiful dream itself.

Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace.

Written By Louisa May Alcott

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