Life was as real as the wind that stroked her face—not any less or any more.
—A. Yavuz Oruc
Life was still sprouting in him—over the sharp rocks and right on the nose of a cliff, he was yet far from death.
Like a daisy fortune,The pendulum of time Beats in Dilara’s heartLoves me, loves me not… -Tomris October 1942, p.305.
He is intriguing, I may love him…-Tomris, October 1942, p. 322.
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