If Spring Could Feel AcheBowei YangChina

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There isn’t any other origin for beauty than that of a wound, singular, different for each, hidden or visible, that all mankind keeps within itself, that it preserves and to which it retires when it wishes to leave the world for temporary but profound solitude.

Jean Genet, 1982

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