I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
-Pablo Neruda
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Camera and Lens: Canon 5D MkIII with a 24-105mm f/4L set at 1/1600, f/4, ISO 800.
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