Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. 
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. 
It dies of illness and wounds;
 it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
 Anaïs Nin

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