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“Bunu okurken kalbim ve ruhum bir anda tutuşuveriyor. Başka bir evren görüyor gözlerim, bambaşka bir insana dönüşüyorum. Gökyüzü yarılıyor ve bir ışık ruhumu delip geçiyor. Davullar vuruyor, havai fişekler patlıyor! Olağanüstü bir ateş sarıyor beni, çılgınca bir ilham.”

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Book:Bendeniz Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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