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"Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars."

"Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars."
-Victor Hugo

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posted May 17, 2014 at 11:04pm UTC tagged with inspirational, quote, status, pinterest, victorhugo, ohilikethis

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