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"She was tied to the moon by long threads of red tangled blood. She moved like a woman tied to the moon … it enveloped her and it opened her to an absolute night without dawn."

Anaïs Nin, Snowdrops of winter … crocuses of spring, from Aphrodisiac (via frenchtwist)
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