Among the never-ending corridors of my blog you will find scattered among them several mementoes of beautiful women; I stumble upon them in those rare occassions when the need arises to look in the archives. 

Like the frescoes in ruined medieval churches and mansions, any images have long ago vanished leaving instead faint outlines barely drawing a shape out of the background; I can never hope to remember the eyes of one or the smile of another no matter how carefully I had once weaved the words around them, believing, as all fools do, that desire can weather the winds of time


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