<!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>A passage from “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho.</p>

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I often find myself colleting vintage books where I can emerge myself in pure

It sometimes happens that one kisses The touch of a morning reflection In the

"I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like

At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate

From having been born so often I have salty experience like creatures of the

Come, said my soul, Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)

If only I could replicate this breeze endlessly connected I would be the

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me