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Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.
Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.
“But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.”
two leaves, blowing miles apart in the wind yet bound by the deep tangled roots of the tree from which we had both fallen.
