“When we are in love, our love is too big a thing for us to be able altogether to contain it within ourselves.
It radiates towards the loved one, finds there a surface which arrests it, forcing it to return to its starting-point, and it is this repercussion of our own feeling which we call the other’s feelings.
And which charms us more then on its outward journey because we do not recognize it as having originated in ourselves.”
- Marcel Proust, Within a Budding Grove, Part 2.
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Salda Gölü/Burdur/Antalya
Haziran/2018
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Ben sana vurgunum. Ama sevgin illegâl.
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His boşluğu ve iç burkulması diye bir şey varmış çok sevince anladım.🌿
-Kemal Hamamcıoğlu
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