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Love is a privilege of maturity stretched out on the narrowest bed, which becomes the widest and grassiest, arousing, in each pore, the body's heaven.
This is love: the unexpected gift, the glittering buried prize unearthed, the sight of encrypted lightning which, deciphered, makes only one thing worth the trouble and price of earthliness: the minute of gold in the miniature clock, quivering in the twilight.
Love is what we learn on the brink, after we've archived all our inherited and acquired science. Love begins late.