amir khusrow (1253–1325 CE)
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Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder if I still exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore.
I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.
smoke-stungeyes
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I loved to sleep with the window open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open the window and put my head on the pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak.
Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
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