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To long for love, to have experienced passion's deep pleasure, even once, is to understand the mercilessness of having a human body whose memory rides desire's back unanchored from season to season.

Gretel Ehrlich

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Gretel Ehrlich
Age: 78
Born: 1946
Born: January 21
Essayist
Writer
Santa Barbara
California
Even
Passion
Rides
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Pleasure
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Love
Desire
Season
Understand
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Body
Memory
Back
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Human
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Humans
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I thought: to be tough is to be fragile to be tender is to be truly fierce.
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