And you wait. You wait for the one thing
that will change your life, 
make it more than it is-
something wonderful, exceptional,
stones awakening, depths opening to you.

In the dusky bookstalls
old books glimmer gold and brown.
You think of lands you journeyed through, 
by a woman you never found again.

And suddenly you know: that was enough
You rise and there appears before you
in all its longings and hesitations
the shape of what you lived.

Rainer Maria Rilke

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