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The palace smelled of stone and paint, of people and food and beeswax floor polish.
The garden smelled only of flowers and earth.
Napolean Bonaparte, from a letter featured in Love Letters of Great Men, Volume 1, orig. published in 2007
— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
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I don’t fall for bodies. I fall for the way your soul softens when you speak of dreams, for the cracks in your voice when you talk about pain, for the way your mind glows in moonlight thoughts.
I loved you in ways you’ll never understand. In the way I remembered your favorite songs, even when you forgot mine. In the way I stayed. Long after you didn’t ask me to.
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