My feverish and unsatisfactory attempts were themselves a token of love, a love which brought me no pleasure but was nonetheless profound. - Marcel Proust In Swann's Way, Proust's narrator describes his relationship with the art of writing in the above quote. At a recent afternoon tea, (I heart afternoon tea), conversation turned towards the…
Love for one’s work
FATIMA RONQUILLO 
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