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Pablo Neruda…Love…

February 9, 2016
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“Our love is like a well in the wilderness where time watches over the wandering lightning. Our sleep is a secret tunnel that leads to the scent of apples carried on the wind. When I hold you, I hold everything that is–swans, volcanoes, river rocks, maple trees drinking the fragrance of the moon, bread that the fire adores. In your life I see everything that lives.”

Hmmm…darn wordsmiths…I prefer talking water…

🙂

watermouth

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