"I travel your length, like a river, I travel your body, like a forest, like a mountain path that ends at a cliff. I travel along the edge of your thoughts, and my shadow falls from your white forehead, my shadow shatters, and I gather the pieces and go with no body, groping my way"
- Octavio Paz
Mexican poet, writer, and diplomat, 1914-1998
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