Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
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Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction.

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
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