Beloved
On New Year’s Day, I caught myself crying three times in one day – and they were tears of joy.
I had fallen in love. Or, as the lover says, “We rose in love.”
I remember this state of being. I have o…
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On New Year’s Day, I caught myself crying three times in one day – and they were tears of joy.
I had fallen in love. Or, as the lover says, “We rose in love.”
I remember this state of being. I have o…