“Coraline, my Coraline, your hair so bright it lit the stars. Coraline, my Coraline, when you died you left us blind.” — Florin-Marian Hera Copy Share Image
“The troubadour of the sickening era is as loud as the people let it be.” — Florin-Marian Hera Copy Share Image
“A thought is louder than a train, but silent as a cracking bone.” — Florin-Marian Hera Copy Share Image
“If you ought to pass through a mist, first think of the ground, then of the sky.” — Florin-Marian Hera Copy Share Image
“Coraline, my Coraline, your hair so bright it lit the stars. Coraline, my Coraline, when you died you left us blind.” — Florin-Marian Hera Copy Share Image
