LOVE AS SURGERY

I WAS DANCING IN YOUR SHOES WHEN I READ YOUR DIARY TO TRY TO GET INSIDE OF YOU YOU YOU

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Something lies deeply buried. For one moment I thought to grasp it. But bury it, bury it; let it breed, hidden in the depths of my mind some day to fructify. After a long lifetime, loosely, in a moment of revelation, I may lay hands on it, but now the idea breaks in my hand.

Virginia Woolf | The Waves

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