Nothing, no distances, no years, can be greater than the distance that's already between us, the distance of our sex, the difference of our being, our minds; that gap, that abyss which we bridge with a look, with a touch, with a word, the easiest thing in the world. Look how far away he is asleep. Look how far away he is, he always is. But he comes back...
The Dispossessed, Ursula K. Le Guin
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