fibonacci pg2-neruda-soul

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…In the bitter cool of the sun’s rays multiplied by seething of waters: There lives the shadow that does not depart with me. So you rose out of the South like an isle… I found the dark honey I knew in the forest, and touched at your hips the petals of shadow that were born with me and that formed my soul.
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Pablo Neruda