"In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal."
~William Penn, More Fruits of Solitude.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sadness Is a Pit.
The broken heart has beauty That happiness consumes And fragility that penetrates the bones.
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