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Suckle the juices of life — the breast of Mother Earth, the lips of a beloved, the fruits of passion. The instinct is primordial, animal, honest. In this act lie the roots of survival, pure thirst. Do not be ashamed — the flow begins in the depths of the body. Write: from what do you draw your strength?