"I had kissed her at odd times, in out of the way corners, in the manner of a mountain guide, nothing more.
The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men an...
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