Monday, August 08, 2005
"I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love." - Mother Teresa Let this goodbye of ours, this last goodbye, Be still and splendid like a forest tree . . . Let there be one grand look within our eyes Built of the wonderment of the past years, Too vast a thing of beauty to be lost In quivering lips and burning floods of tears. - Alice Meynell In3caTe jotted @ 9:27 am
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