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"With the desire to be loved, to be held close to the other shape; to put off the veil of darkness and see burning eyes."
The Moment: Summer's Night, Virginia Woolf
Our embrace lasted too long.
We loved right down to the bone.
I hear the bones grind, I see
our two skeletons.
— Anna Świrszczyńska, from “I’ll Open the Window,” trans. Milosz and Nathan
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