“I shall be waiting for you. You know that when you come home, weary, with blood on your hands, I shall be waiting there among the birches. You will rest your head in my lap, and I shall kiss your burning forehead and wash the blood from you. I shall be waiting, and I shall love you.”
—Pär Lagerkvist, The Eternal Smile: Three Stories
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j || 32 ○ I will love you until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. †
