Still in love with this man
About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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♥Puddle♥
It's OK still to be in love with him, Puddle dear. Some things it's better not to get over. The pain takes a long time to ebb, but the love is worth feeling, even though it hurts like Hell now.
What I like about this picture is the modesty. I think it's his modesty that we actually love and which makes it easy to designate him as first among equals.
Americans are faced with a choice--whether to be first by acclamation or by the use of force--they just haven't realized it yet.
If the Republican elite hate Howard, it's because he is first by acclamation. And not just among Albanians.
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