"Oh,
God, I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no
ecstasy like that of a new love. I swim in the sky; I float; my body is
full of flowers, flowers with fingers giving me acute, acute caresses,
sparks, jewels, quivers of joy, dizziness, such dizziness. Music inside
of one, drunkenness. Only closing the eyes and remembering, and the
hunger, the hunger for more, more, the great hunger, the voracious
hunger, and thirst."
— Anaïs Nin
Dance Me To The End Of Time...
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