Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
--W. S. Merwin
Chapter One
I love how books begin; those passages that lead us by the hand across the luxurious lawns, that portage us gently up the gravel drive, to...
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When you lose someone you love, Your life becomes strange, The ground beneath you becomes fragile, Your thoughts make your eyes unsure; An... -
I have decided to find myself a home in the mountains, somewhere high up where one learns to live peacefully in the cold and the silenc... -
Though we need to weep your loss, You dwell in that safe place in our hearts, Where no storm or night or pain can reach you. Your love was l...
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