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At the sight of the glass we both stood gazing, through it the dense snow could be seen.
A few sentences of explanation began to flow from you, so I stopped the stream of them I said: all is forgotten, you must not explain.
You thought it was great.
I didn't want you to explain something to me in a forced way, I could feel it.
We went on to get to know each other, it was simpler than saying a superficial explanation.
The tastes, the favorite things about you were engraved on me like a tattoo.
To think that your tastes so rare to the world could be, but to me they were little pearls that adorned your being and I found that treasure.
What a blissful pirate.