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Las Ruinas del Corazon | Eric Gamalinda

because that is the nature of love, because one walks alone through the ruins of the heart, because the young must sleep with their eyes open, because the angels tremble from so much beauty, because memory moves in orbits of absence, because she holds her hands out in the rain, and rain remembers nothing, not even how it became itself.

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the uses of sorrow | mary oliver

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.

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