Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Per Annum

Two years pass by - one better than it had a right to be, the next filled with swift, surprising change and much to be grateful for. Much is gone, but ... what was supposed to be lost - killed - isn't. What was *made* to be betrayal has left not even a breach, no chasm.

Amazing, the resilience of love.

Still, I weep. Only partly for myself.

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