The Word Made Flesh
From Albert Camus’ essay, “Summer in Algiers.”  I pulled these few words from a much longer sentence.  The full sentence reads: “But to be pure means to rediscover that country of the soul where one’s kinship with the world can be felt, where the throbbing of one’s blood mingles with the violent pulsations of the afternoon sun.”

From Albert Camus’ essay, “Summer in Algiers.”  I pulled these few words from a much longer sentence.  The full sentence reads: “But to be pure means to rediscover that country of the soul where one’s kinship with the world can be felt, where the throbbing of one’s blood mingles with the violent pulsations of the afternoon sun.”

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