"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds. It dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." -- Anais Nin
i found this is an old blog post of mine, circa 2008. reminds me to go home and water the "plant".
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