"She embraces me elaborately, ...casually as a breeze, softly as one caresses a flower; she kisses me as dispassionately as heaven kisses the sea, softly and quietly as dew kisses a flower, solemnly as the sea kisses the image of the moon."
-Soren Kierkegaard
memories of skin + snow
Saturday, June 9, 2012
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