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Fat Like the Sun by Anna Swir
One must be brave to live through  
a day. What remains
is nothing but the pleasure of longing—very precious.

purifies as does flying, strengthens as does an effort,  
it fashions the soul
as work
fashions the belly.

It is like an athlete, like a runner  
who will never
stop running. And this
gives him endurance.

is nourishing for the strong.  
It is like a window
on a high tower, through which  
blows the wind of strength.

Virginity of happiness.
Book: Fat Like the Sun by Anna Swir
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