She tells you about herself, that is, about the people she loves. We are made of that, we are made of the people we love, nothing else. However reclusive our life might be, lost in hills seared with wind, it is never closer than in a cluster of beloved faces, in the thoughts that go out to them, in the breath that travels from them to us, from us to them.
-Christian Bobin
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