
Photographer Unknown, (Touching His Nose)
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Photographer Unknown, ( His Tongue )
Photographer Unknown, (Hoodie,, Pillow and Tongue)
Photographer Unknown, (Pink Tongue)
Photographer Unknown, (Curled Tongue), Selfie
“I resisted the temptation to turn around and stick out my tongue in derision at Beliquose. After all, there was no telling when or if we should meet again, and I certainly did not need him saying, ‘Ah yes, Poe, the fellow whose trespasses i could have forgiven in their entirety… except for the tongue thing. Yes, for that, you must surely die.”
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Photographer Unknown, (tasting His Skin)
“But, when nothing subsists of an old past, after the death of people, after the destruction of things, alone, frailer but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, smell and taste still remain for a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, on the ruin of all the rest, bearing without giving way, on their almost impalpable droplet, the immense edifice of memory.”
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Photographer Unknown, (Tongue and Blade), Selfie
“I never gossip – but after all, a tongue is given one to speak with, and I’m not deaf mute.”
“That you most certainly are not. A tongue, Henet, may sometimes be a weapon. A tongue may cause a death – may cause more than one death. I hope your tongue, Henet, has not caused a death.”
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Photographer Unknown, (Curl of the Tongue)
Photographer Unknown, (His Tongue)