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"But at the same time, even the softest voice, a delicately fleeting little voice, whispering in one’s ear, is very important:

Someone was calling. Someone was searching for someone . A voice that was not a voice. Words that did not become words....."

 

See my Murakami series here www.flickr.com/photos/38070237@N06/albums/72157669487766799

 

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