Encircled by her arms as by a shell, she hears her being murmur, while forever he endures the outrage of his too pure image… Wistfully following their example, nature re-enters herself; contemplating its own sap, the flower becomes too soft, and the boulder hardens… It`s the return of all desire that enters toward all life embracing itself from afar… Where does it fall? Under the dwindling surface, does it hope to renew a center?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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