Quotes by L. S. Hartfield

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But are my foot­steps silent? Are they just holes with­in the sand? Or does an­oth­er hear them, follow, And find me where I am?
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All is il­lu­sion; noth­ing is re­al. There are no true win­dows or halls. The doors are not there and they can't hold the light. My life's not con­tained in these walls.