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Blame the cats [women] for the nights of disobedience, seek incarnations on their day. the records of our existence travel lovingly in joy.
the affective territory of tenderness comes in caresses, incessant and uncountable.
over and over and again and calmly the daily practices of our hearing into their walk, just so ... from the deepest part of our soul, our heart, so much like spindles that they become the veins of the sky, colourful ...