She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer
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She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

— Jonathan Safran Foer
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