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“Ovo je moj herbarij. Uberem svježu misao, nalijepim je na stranicu, obilježim datumom i zaklopim bilježnicu. Kad je sljedeći put otvorim, stara misao nije više živa, ali je sačuvana, kao osušena trava od koje sam u ranijim danima kuhala čaj.”

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