I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at
      sunset, years before you were born.
I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about
      yourself, authentic and surprising news of 
I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the
      hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you 
      with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.
                     - Jorge Luis Borges (1934)

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