Life has a way of being generous when doling out suffering. Then, we have a way of extending our suffering and wallowing beneath the icy breath of fate. In such times I find one phrase crosses my mind, over and over again: this too shall pass
Every lover has their time, every lover has their time
| Reading: | A Gift Of Love [Martin Luther King, Jr.] |
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| Watching: | Hannibal [Episode: Amuse-Bouche] |
| Listening to: | The Count of Monte Cristo Soundtrack |