Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
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Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance.

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
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