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For ages, the sun seeks the moon, and the moon keeps the memory of the sun. When distance yields to destiny, the heavens call it an 'eclipse'.

“my darling, you will never be unloved by me as long as I’m on this earth and even after then, for our souls are tangeled together far too well.”

So easily distracted by thoughts of youEven when I’m trying to be strongWould it be better if I didn’t know?NoI would never go back.

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“…but the truth is I am terribly weak. And I crave the balm of beautiful and soft things.” — Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Linotte: The Early Diary Of  Anaïs Nin (1914-1920)