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Stations And Airports Are Rehearsals For Separations By Death.

Love Never Dies A Natural Death. It Dies Because We Don't Know How To Replenish Its Source. It Dies Of Blindness And Errors And Betrayals. It Dies Of Illness And Wounds; It Dies Of Weariness, Of Witherings, Of Tarnishings.

I Want To Make My Own Discoveries…….penetrate The Evil Which Attracts Me

The Woman Will Sit Eternally In The Tall Black Armchair. I Will Be The One Woman You Will Never Have...excessive Living Weighs Down The Imagination: We Will Not Live, We Will Only Write And Talk To Swell The Sails.

Life Is A Full Circle, Widening Until It Joins The Circle Motions Of The Infinite.