"May God provide," said Don Quixote, "as I wish and as you, Sancho, need; and he who thinks himself a wretch can stay a wretch."
May God provide as I wish. I only read two pages from that tome this morning and found such incredible insight my mind is spinning around it as I write. The problem with Quixote is he's mired inside a mire, sometimes, and everything of value comes at such a cost, you often lose the words right after you read them.
Had a prodigious conversation last night. I really needed it. Really really. And dreams so deep I had to claw my way out.
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