Behind the hill of scarifice lies a golden paradise.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Love never dies a natural death
17 March 2010, Wednesday
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, witherings, and tarnishings.
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