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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
Ontem senti os teus lábios nos meus, quarta-feira às quatro da tarde.
— “Anne”, em As Duas Inglesas e o Continente, de François Truffaut.
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