Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Sunday, August 12, 2018

8.12

What's the smell of the world when you like somebody? What's the taste of food when you are loved? Do colors shift when you kiss for keeps? Or would we know these things, weak as we are, always in love (whether we know or no)?
For who among us is strong enough to look away when new love is nearby? Who among us is strong enough to open his eyes when he is kissed?
Nobody.

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