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And still the brain continues to yearn, continues to burn, foolishly, with desire. My old man's brain is mocked by a body that still longs to stretch in the sun and form a beautiful shape in someone else's gaze, to lie under a blue sky and dream of helpless, selfless love, to behold itself, illuminated, in the golden light of another's eyes.

Meg Rosoff

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Meg Rosoff
Age: 68
Born: 1956
Born: October 16
Author
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Light
Eye
Golden
Selfless
Stills
Desire
Sky
Gaze
Still
Else
Shapes
Stretch
Foolishly
Body
Another
Sun
Continues
Mocked
Men
Beautiful
Blue
Helpless
Illuminated
Love
Dream
Brain
Burn
Longs
Form
Eyes
Aging
Yearn
Someone
Lying
Shape
Behold

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