The last few days have been a sensory overload. In a mostly good way. The excesses were many - too much beauty, food, melancholy, art, aches and pains, sleeplessness, satisfaction, gratitude and as always, enough confusion to make me feel like myself :-/.
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| Slumbering Woman by Johann Baptist Reiter |
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| Cardinal and Nun by Egon Schiele |
If love should mean rapture, then I have either been in love hundreds of times or never once.
