Miss NomerTHE THOUGHT FOR THE EVENING IS....
September 25th 2007 11:19
THE THOUGHT FOR THE EVENING IS....
Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, of witherings,
of tarnishings.
Anais Nin
Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, of witherings,
of tarnishings.
Anais Nin
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