That delicate feeling, that you slipped from your fingers and winds between the folds of the heart and the soul. So soft as to seem a feather and so fragile as to be crystal, worked with tired but solid hands.
As a small seed that, growing up, sinks its roots in the muscle organ that gives life to the whole body, the heart, every throb and glitter is transmitted to every cell. Euphoria, excitement, desir...
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