Wednesday, September 24, 2008


Notre grand amour est mort il faut le vêtir de blanc...
Les grandes amours sont frêles
Elles vacillent avec le temps
Les grandes amours chancellent
Les grandes amours sont folles
Elles sont folles de leur tourment
Les grandes amours cruelles.

A test tomorrow, meetings all week, coffee with friends, dinner dates, nourishing joy, sweet life.

Thoughts of: friendship, the one-sides, the risks we take, the "Yes'" and "No's" we tell each other, the drifting, honesty, and the contentment of letting go. I have a sad story, but all is not lost. Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice... The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.

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