One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVIII – Pablo Naruda

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose…

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The Holidays are Coming

Hi Everyone, Happy Thanksgiving, Canada. I hope you had a great weekend and holiday. I decided that no matter how late it is on any given Monday, I would always send at least a message. Being accountable to myself has become so important. I realized that time can send me flying and then I wake up and find it is six months or a year…

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