Elle flotte, elle hesite; en un mot, elle est femme
Samstag, März 18, 2006
in moments
That's how love works, doesn't it, in moments? I'm not sure any of us love constantly. We love in spurts, on sight of softness, or sadness, or sex: Love-lines run along the parabolas of buttocks and tears.
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