"Long, dark, and lovely she had been, in those days before her mind broke and the parts scattered and she let them go."

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Four billion people on this earth, but my imagination is still the same. It's bad with large numbers. It's still taken by particularity. It flits in the dark like a flashlight, illuminating only random faces while all the rest go blindly by, never coming to mind and never really missed. . . . I can't tell you how much I pass over in silence.

— Wislawa Szymborska