To understand the land is to understand ourselves.
The clouds over the land now rose like mountains, and the coast was only a long green line with the gray blue hills behind it. The water was a dark blue now, so dark that it was almost purple.
我的语言的界限意味着我的世界的界限。
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The writer's secret is not inspiration—for it is never clear where it comes from—but stubbornness, endurance.