“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
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Anaïs Nin
The face of an angel come to earth with a musical gift to match...brilliant, beautiful, rich and gifted...begs the question in my mind why are some given so much and others so little? Not that I in any measure feel slighted...I know that I am greatly blessed in many ways but why? They say where much is given much is expected...but what is expected?