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As always, every giveaway of mine hosts either a poem or a book quote. Who knows, maybe someone will eventually decide that poetry or that book in particular might be their cup of tea ☕. Now reading: Fires, by Marguerite Yourcenar

“You could fall suddenly into the void the dead go to: I would be comforted if you would bequeath me your hands. Only your hands would continue to exist, detached from you, unexplainable like those of marble gods turned into the dust and the limestone of their own tomb. They would survive your actions, the wretched bodies they caressed. [...] I kiss the wrists of these indifferent hands you will no longer pull away from mine: I stroke the blue artery, the blood column that once spurted continuously like a fountain from the ground of your heart. With little sobs of contentment, I rest my head like a child between these palms filled with the stars, the crosses, the precipices of my previous fate.”
― Marguerite Yourcenar, Fires