"The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin."

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I've found what I was looking for, Child: what people call love between a man and a woman is a season. And if, at its flowering, this season is a feast of greenery, at its waning, it's only a heap of rotting leaves.

— Oriana Fallaci