Its weird. I have good days and bad days, but the bad days seem far more terrible than they used to be, and the good days seem to be fewer and further between. They hardly seem worth it.
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
~W.S. Merwin, "Separation"
And now I'm just a whiner.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated. ~Lamartine
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Labels: Missionary Mania, Trudging
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I love you Chantal, I'm here for you if you ever need to talk!
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