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When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.

Antonio Porchia

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Antonio Porchia
Age: 81 †
Born: 1886
Born: November 25
Died: 1968
Died: November 6
Aphorist
Poet
Writer
Mornings
Finished
Morning
Everything

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