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What is beautiful is broken and grace is just the measure of the fall.
"I have slept with you
and on waking, your mouth,
come from your dream,
gave me the taste of earth,
of sea water, of seaweed,
of the depths of your life,
and I received your kiss
moistened by the dawn
as if it came to me
from the sea that surrounds us."
Night on the Island, Pablo Neruda. (The Captain’s Verses)
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