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“Both elbows on the table, I covered my face with my palms.

Inside that darkness, I saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don’t know it’s raining.

Until someone came and lightly rested a hand on my shoulder, my thoughts were of the sea.”
(Closing lines of Haruki Murakami’s “South of the Border, West of the Sun”)

I put this here because I removed it, more or less, from my facebook profile but felt that I didn’t want to forget the exact quote, and I don’t own the book so… yeah.