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Strangers’ faces hold no secrets because the imagination does not invest them with any. But the face of a lover is an unknown precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all … Continue reading
On Love, Family, Friendship & Being Human
I know that I feel safe in the embrace of another. That there is nothing I want more at night then another warm body to hold and be held, to smell and to hear. To be surrounded always by people who know me and see me and love me and feel me. By people who see all of themselves in me, and love what they see! Continue reading
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