Haruki Murakami
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But this thing, whatever it was, this mistlike something, hung there inside my body like a certain kind of potential. I wanted to give it a name, but the word refused to come to mind. I’m terrible at finding the right words for things. I’m sure Tolstoy would have been able to come up with exactly the right word ✨ Haruki Murakami (1994). The Elephant Vanishes, Vintage

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