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I was feeling lonely without her, but the fact that I could feel lonely at all was consolation. Loneliness wasn't such a bad feeling. It was like the stillness of the pin oak after the little birds had flown off.

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Haruki Murakami
Age: 75
Born: 1949
Born: January 12
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