Might Never End.

I shook the globe and the collection of snowflakes which had been resting peacefully on its base rose upward in the water, floating gently toward the roof of the palace before descending slowly, and the characters in my memory emerged from their hidden places and looked toward the skies, their hands outstretched, smiling at each other, together once again, wishing that these moments might never end and the future might never come.

~The House of Special Purpose by: John Boyne


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