“America was different. America was a river, roarng along, unmindful of the past. I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.”

—  Khaled Hosseini , book The Kite Runner

Source: The Kite Runner

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