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If you can feel me, I exist.

Si me sientes, existo.

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The mausoleum of Léonce Evrard and his wife, Louise Flignot, stands as a deeply symbolic tribute in the Cimetière de Laeken in Brussels. Léonce, a skilled marble worker, was devastated by Louise’s loss and, in 1920, dedicated this unique chapel to her memory. Designed by architect George De Larabrie, the structure includes a striking sculpture of a mourner reaching toward a blank wall, capturing the profound themes of love and grief.

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We know that they are not all the same_

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Hull Daily Mail, Yorkshire, February 22, 1936

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I think you've been waiting long enough. Shall we begin?

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She turned her neck and whispered in my ear: I mixed salt with hot stove ashes to remove my hair.. Am I soft?

- You are butter

And she ordered me to help her take off her skirt, and I avoided looking at her legs the whole time, and when she saw me hesitating she said:

- Am I ugly?

- Never.. You are radiant, but

(Your flesh, my dear girl, is bitter as colocynth)

- Whoever told you that is a liar.. Take off my skirt and taste me

I withdrew to the end of the carpet, surrendering to her desire, and knelt at the meeting of her feet, and began to take off her skirt slowly. I was like someone removing green algae from the surface of the water, under which the mouth of a sleeping fish was boiling. She was not wearing anything else, so her shy feminine face appeared, bright, warm and tired with the mixture of salt and hot ashes, and her delicious cheeks overflowed with red beads that began to explode under my feverish licks.