Sunday, September 03, 2006
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One day a story will arrive at your town. It will come from far away, from the southwest or the southeast - people won't agree. The story may arrive with a stranger or perhaps with the parrot trader. But when you hear this story, you will know it is the sign....
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Or maybe you just don’t want to get over it.
One of my recurring thoughts that appears quite fanciful - whenever we love, we exchange a bit of ourselves with each other. So even after the "relationship" has ended, the connection is never totally severed because you have a bit of someone else within you and vice versa.
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