Walking through the city in the early morning, there was a freshness that was astonishing. The light, orange and dappled, was warming. There was a sense that anything was possible. In the market, it was still too early for most of the shops to be open. You took coffee and sat on benches. In the freshness, there was also a wincing... a pain... the settling in of the arrangements from yeasterday... "I gotta open the shop." "I gotta clean the sidewalk"
forget about how things look... the only thing that matters is that you understand what it means to love.
Only love could establish right relations between you and another.
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