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My Bag Was As Light As My Happy-go-lucky Heart.

I Love Borders. August Is The Border Between Summer And Autumn; It Is The Most Beautiful Month I Know.

Malander Had An Idea And Was Trying To Work It Out, But It Would Take Him Time. Sometimes People Never Saw Things Clearly Until It Was Too Late And They No Longer Had The Strength To Start Again. Or Else They Forgot Their Idea Along The Way And Didn't Even Realise That They Forgotten.

Before We Left, Grandmother Talked A Lot About The Arctic Night We Would Fly Through. 'isn't It A Mystical Word, "arctic"? Pure And Quite Hard. And Meridians. Isn't That Pretty? We're Going To Fly Along Them, Faster Than The Light Can Follow Us... Time Won't Be Able To Catch Us.

A Person Can Find Anything If He Takes The Time, That Is, If He Can Afford To Look. And While He's Looking, He's Free, And He Finds Things He Never Expected.