There are certain nights I would like to go out. Go to the seashore, lie down and look at the stars. Nothing more peaceful to purify the soul and mind. But anyone who has been in pain so great that they cry to no more tears knows well that at some point there is a kind of quiet melancholy, a kind of calm, almost certain that nothing will happen again.

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