There’s this yearning deep, deep inside. When all is ice, stoic on the exterior, I know that the River of Desire still flows beneath the fragile crust. It’s a constant current, pulling me eternally to unknown banks. The pull becomes so strong that even the restriction of solid surface will crack under the pressure of progress. Desire can never be stopped; it is carried ever on.

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