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To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain.
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It is one of those truly spring days. A slight breeze brings music to the trees, the sun weaves among the clouds dappling its light across the leaves on the forest floor, bird-songs are behind every melody, and the creek blissfully carries on beside me as I write. 1,027 more words
Watching the lampshade fringe make my cat’s ears twitch as he sits mesmerized by a bug crawling towards the light, for finding my lost worn glove on the side of the street in front of an empty school and for my daughter asking how my day was! 29 more words