"XXIV. And kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea I shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.
The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never ju...
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