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3 rules to live by
Love needs action
Trust needs proof
Sorry needs change
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“These are my joys. I have counted them and I believe they are all there. Take them. Sing to them in your nights, toss them in your seas, let them die on your lips. These are my sorrows. I haven’t been able to count them, but I know they follow me faithfully. Take them. Let them fertilize your earth, let them leaven your bread, let them blaze in your fire. This is who I am. I am one with my darkness. I am complete. And since I weigh so little, lay me on your heart, for I have no other pillow, and no other dream.”
— Dulce María Loynaz, tr. James O’Connor, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “LXX”
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