In you alone I have found the same swelling of enthusiasm, the same quick rising of the blood, the fullness, the fullness. Before, I almost used to think there was something wrong. Everybody else seemed to have the brakes on. I never feel the brakes. I overflow.
-Anais Nin, Letter to Henry Miller, 1932
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