what I am learning to give you is my death
to set you free of me, and me from myself
into the dark and the new light. like the water
of a deep stream, love is always too much. we
did not make it. though we drink till we burst
we cannot have it all, or want it all.
in its abundance it survives our thirst.
Wendell Berry
Such fascinating words.
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no one likes to talk about it this way though.
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Sure don’t.
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