a word begging climax
les pauvres cœurs
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
wise things said #3
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
-Anais Nin
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