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I love you so much that I could die.
Your face is burned into my very memory...
What do I know of the land of Shiva,
the mantra, the sacred sound...
Each spring I return to the soil.
Upon my knees...
Who and What
it will take...
Whoso has loved each other as we.
Upon the paths, we have cherished and disparaged...
We must cherish the dark moments in life so that we may fully appreciate the light.
Practice doesn't make perfect. Practice makes refinement
A little bit of struggle now, to have more happiness for the rest of your life.
by Larry Chamberlin