The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.
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Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.
Bless the birds of fortuity to have on my shoulder!
— Sep 26, 2017 01:08PM
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