Anaïs Nin: The House of Incest

09 October 2019


The garden was very soft, and I felt the softness of the garden so acutely, the soft warm air and the perfumes penetrated me like needles through every open bleeding pore. All the pores open and breathing the softness, the warmth, and the smells. The whole body invaded, penetrated, responding, every tiny cell and pore active and breathing and trembling and enjoying.

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