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“Living does not mean passing through a void of nothingness but rather through a web of relationships among being,” the professor writes in a letter. “Insofar as every thing is always changing, so our sense of hope shall never die out… Until you are down to your final breath, love and fight and rage and grieve and live.”
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
by Pablo Neruda
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