Laura Yan writes stories, sometimes pretty, mostly sad.
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December 23, 2011
What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charit, to the unexpected as it comes along, to the stranger as he passes.
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