"In his heart there was something that glowed like gypsy's fire seen across hills and mists of night, burning in a wild land. These are the gems of the human soul, the rubies and pearls of a lovesick eye, the countless gold of the aching heart, the martyr's groan, and the lover's sigh.
I want to reach for someting precious, to make whatever to sacrifice that requires. It's all so vague and grandiose. Purity of heart. Poetry and daydreams."
Rich Sapero: Wild Animus, 2oo4
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