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There was a deep passion lurking in her, which - as she gradually began to realize - would never find complete satisfaction. No man is able to understand her, not any of those, in any case, who may be in her way, and yet she knows

Groping, with my eyes closed, correcting my unknown path... (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)

She was like a poem... There was nothing superfluous in her... She seemed to consist only of what is necessary for life, and nothing more... If he could just watch how she lives — how she reads, sleeps, breathes — he would be the happiest at this moment

By the window

Softness

Softness

One day you will realize

And what if she strings the clock of her life like a rosary

There is a lot of love in your world

Her whole journey is the path to love