Call me Keeley.



Nympheas, Claude Monet, 1907

You’re not like the others. I’ve seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night. The others would never do that. The others would walk off and leave me talking. Or threaten me. No one has time any more for anyone else. You’re one of the few who put up with me.
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

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