"...you were reminded of a terrible truth, which is that everything decays away and is lost. Beauty is precious, and the more precious something is, the more beautiful it is, the more it will fade away. And the more we love the world, the more we are saddened that it is like finely powdered salt that runs away through the fingers or is puffed away by the wind, or is washed away by the rain."
This is beautiful Budapest:
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