At 32, I am just now discovering Pablo Neruda and these words. Oh, how I could have weeped to these words during the angst of my teen years and the heartbreaks in my twenties... They would have been the perfect side dish to a fleece blanket or a glass of wine. But... without the cloud of selfish tears, in the (relative) stability of my 30s, I truly see their beauty. Thanks, Pablo.
Love and Light,
Faye
Monday, August 5, 2013
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