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“I will wait for you,” she said. “Even in cold ruined places where wind blows in the refuse of the city and where more is broken than is whole. I’ll wait, so you can know I’m here when you are finally permitted to come home.”
Good one!
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Thank you, Reena!
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That’s a lovely little story… π
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Tiny little storyette … π
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Yea π
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A tale for our times.
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In many cases, yes, it could well be … Thanks, Jane!
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Now that’s love. In three lines.
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π Must be, eh? π
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Or blind hope…π
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The two are not mutually exclusive … (pun and all? π )
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Haha! Truth!
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Such beauty in your words.
I love the phrase “where more is broken that whole.” So deep and beautiful!
Great job! π
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Thank you for this generous comment. π I’m glad you liked!
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