A Beginning

No genuine book has a first page. Like the rustling of the forest, it is begotten God knows where, and it grows and it rolls, arousing the dense wilds of the forest until suddenly… it begins to speak with all the treetops at once.

( Boris Pasternak, via Elizabeth Gilbert)

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