


I remember a few years ago when I was in love, I opened my eyes and looked into Rosemary's eyes. With horror and delight, I felt myself being sucked into the bottomless lakes of her essence. I floated easily to the center of her consciousness, feeling everything she felt, knowing about every thought that flashed through her head. While my eyes were glued to Rosemary's, her face began to melt and change. I saw her as a girl, an old woman with gray hair and a wrinkled face. I saw her as a madonna, a witch, a grumbling old hag, a radiant queen, a Byzantine virgin, a wise Babylonian whore tired of life. She was a woman who had lived thousands of lives. She was all women and the only woman, there was a feminine essence in her. Her eyes smiled ironically, contemptuously, devilishly and always called: "Look at me, listen to me, know me, merge with me."
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