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"He took up her stiff head out of the leaves and held it or he reached to hold what cannot be held, what already ran among the mountains at once terrible and of great beauty, like flowers that feed on flesh. What blood and bone are made of but can themselves not make on any altar nor by any wound of war. What we may well believe has power to cut and shape and hollow out the dark form of the world surely if wind can, if rain can. But which cannot be held never be held and is no flower but is swift and a huntress and the wind itself is in terror of it and the world cannot lose it." -Cormac McCarthy
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Aren't those neck and neck with some of the things that can be touched. I think I prefer those...the sensual glances that you both hold for longer than normal and keep on going anyway.
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Creativity and heart. I think those are the essence of everything that touches and moves me.
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