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Dearest Beloved,

Before I fell in love with your image, I heard its poetry: music that has found its destination in the labyrinth of mortal coil. You are word, then sound, then music, and only then image… and back again. Lost and found for all eternity. You slumber in me. Every morning I wake your image gently with a kiss💋 

📷 Bettina Rheims 

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