Intangible
“Intangible and uncontrollable are my thoughts about you. They softly come into my head, like the gentle fall of a rain drop onto the leaf of a beautiful flower or like the gently falling morning dew. My thoughts inside of my head which are mostly of you, avaricious as they are, somehow comfort me. They make me feel less sad and also less lonely when we are apart.”
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