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What I needed was a connection with someone. Someone real. I felt that need in the marrow of my bones, in my pancreas, in my kneecaps. I did not need an endless sea of flesh. What I needed was to be loved.
national geographic, 1972 “young lovers in paris” by gordon w. gahan
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