Al otro lado del océano de Tahereh Mafi
The way he moved through the world made me think it had never occurred to him, not once, not even on a really rough day, to wonder whether he might've been a bad person. It was obvious to me that he didn't dislike himself. He didn't dissect his own mind. He never agonized over his actions and he was never suspicious of people. He never even seemed to experience embarrassment the way that I did. His mind seemed, to me, like an extremely peaceful place. Free from thorns.
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