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…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…peony-caress down on the Mid-Galaxy, down on The Path, slipping in the bazaar…seizing the Hills…arch-cuddle…The Sweet Unknown on his way…sweet intrusion…infinite ecstasy…collapse…

The crying specie is me; the intrigued one is my cousin Carmen. She was already used to my “festivals,” and I think her expression was trying to say there was nothing she could do about it. The photo was taken in Lipova, my birthplace. At the time, she lived there too, with her parents and