😎 Is it not a joy to have friends come from afar?
💖 I am Reardon. Here I record daily fragments, hard-won lessons, and things I find interesting. By writing, I hope to think more carefully and more deeply.
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All was silence; the snow fell heavily from the sky, flake after flake dropping almost vertically to the ground, laying a thick white cushion over the pavements and streets. Not a single passer-by, not a sound to be heard. The street lamps flickered coldly and in vain. I ran some two hundred steps and stopped at the crossroads. — Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky