It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the café, your figure, your dress, that I still see.
In Franz Kafka's "Letters to Milena," the author reflects on an encounter with someone significant. He realizes that, despite his deep feelings, he struggles to recall specific facial features. Instead, what lingers in his memory is the essence of the moment, encapsulated in the way this person moved through their surroundings, particularly in a café setting. This highlights how emotional connections can often overshadow the details of physical appearances.
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