“She was, if anything, on the plain side, at least not the type to attract men wherever she went. But there was something in her face that was meant for me alone. Everytime we met, I took a good look at her. And loved what I saw.”

— Haruki Murakami , book South of the Border, West of the Sun

Source: South of the Border, West of the Sun

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