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This is what makes my heart beat in spite of all the heartache. Life’s raw capacity to be sensual and unpredictable.

Shayla Lawson, "On Intimacy (Kyoto, Japan)" from How to Live Free in a Dangerous World: A Decolonial Memoir

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signs and things

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Life showers over everything, radiant, gushing.

A natural history of the senses, Diane Ackerman

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Dayspring, Anthony Oliveira

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Twilight's kiss, dir. Rey Yeung (2020)

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I smell your ashes of zaatar (thyme) and almonds under my skin I carry your bones.

— Suheir Hammad, The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology, (2001)

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Please come, and bathe me in serenity again. Yes, I was wholly and entirely happy. If you could have uncored me—you would have seen every nerve running fire—intense, but calm.

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West wr. c. December 1926

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The Blue Caftan (2022) | dir. Maryam Touzani

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Who knows how deep the heart is and how much it holds?

Emily Dickinson in a letter to Catherine Sweetser wr. c. February 1870

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I took my heart, I took my heart Down, down by the river, oh I buried it there where the ground is soft And down where the waters flow

West of Roan, I took my heart

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wales in 1984, photos by my grandfather:)

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… the deep gnawing of love a love which makes you want to leave your skin behind.

— Deema K. Shehabi, The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology, (2001)

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And you are searching the horizon for some sign, some little spark Of morning that will chase away the dark Heavy was the winter, love, and what's become of spring?

Storm to weather, Grace Petrie

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“I have learned, though, that there is a river of humanity. Though I still don’t know what lies at the end of that flowing river. But I feel as though I’ve started to understand what I was yearning for through all the many mistakes of my past. What I can believe in now is the sight of all the people, each carrying his or her own individual burdens, praying at this deep river. I believe that the river embraces these people and carries them away. A river of humanity. The sorrows of this deep river of humanity. And I am a part of it.”

— Shūsaku Endō, Deep River

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The Perseus Cluster, Abell 426 // Riedl Rudolf