Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it. — Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories
Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it. — Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories
Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it. — Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories
Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it. — Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories
Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it. — Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories
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Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.

— Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories
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