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to fall, pierced, for this whisper
to fall this treacherous and beautiful desert this very universe suddenly surrounding me, filling me with desire only to know you to...

Don Norman
Opening
In the morning of my evening I found, like a lost treasure in a forgotten pocket, myself opening not as a stately door on well-oiled...

Don Norman
The Dance
Something there is luminous, piercing sparks like the eyes of lovers, in the meeting of feet and floor A language in light with tall...

Don Norman
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