Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the center which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded, one was alone. There was an embrace in death.
—from Mrs. Dalloway, a book by Virginia Woolf
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| 1. | (keegant) | 143.25 | 96.4% | 2024-01-31 |
| 2. | (charlieog) | 134.06 | 98.4% | 2024-02-17 |
| 3. | (clergy) | 127.06 | 99.6% | 2024-01-31 |
| 4. | -ⲘᎯᖇⲕ⋎⟆- (mark4... | 123.21 | 100% | 2024-04-18 |
| 5. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 97.77 | 98% | 2024-01-14 |
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| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |