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"...there are no limits to loving, and what does it matter to me if I clasp things badly if I can embrace everything? There are women at Genoa whose smile I loved for a whole morning. I shall never see them again and, doubtless, nothing is simpler. But words will never quench the flame of my regret. By the little well in the cloister of San Francisco, I watched the pigeons flying past and forgot my thirst. But a moment always came when my thirst was reborn."
Albert Camus
Love of Life - 1937
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