“We had been sailing for months. Salt in our sentences. We had been sailing—but the edge of the world was nowhere in sight.” – Ocean Vuong, “Immigrant Haibun”

“We did not have to knock down the door, as we had thought, for the main door seemed to open by itself with just the push of a voice…” – Gabriel García Márquez, THE AUTUMN OF THE PATRIARCH

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