I did realize, as do you, how blessed I was to know bookjoy, the private pleasure of savoring text.
Pat Mora
... And I smile and knowwhy people write music and paint and dance, lifted as if they can fly, because this ache crashing inside needs to be free. Sometimes, love becomes a melodyothers hum for years.
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