Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine,
your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty.
The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the
morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just
want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because
what else is there to do?
Pablo Neruda
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