But our Любовь was not of that kind… not the epic, beautiful, fairytale kind… It was eternal, destructive, forbidden love….
Sometimes I dance, alone, to Музыка no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own сердце rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my own сердце beats in time with the earth’s. Then I wonder if Ты feel it too, beneath that portion of the earth’s crust where Ты stand, или walk, или lie, или dance too. Because always, when I’m dancing, I’m dancing with you.
The past doesn’t change, of course, it...
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