The Beauty of Belief is not in what is true but that it holds you together as one
What One Felt Was a Safe Place, The Other Was Pained by the Realization the he was Alone.
Through these Woods, Towards Brighter Day I go, Though the Light Shines Strangely in these Deeper Places.
There is no Finer Moment than the Moment Before the Moment.
Roots and Weeds:Memories of My Meadow
It was not that She was Unable to Decide Upon a Reason, it was just that She was Unable to Let One go.
From the Strongest Places, and the Surest Feet, Love Ensues and Complicates Everything.
Breathing as if She Knew the Wind had Only Moments left to Blow.
An Allowance of a Small Amount of Chance, Perhaps Might Bring a Windfall of Dreams. 
Wavering Between Wanting the Unfathomable and Wishing for Nothing.
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