Monday, April 6, 2009
Bliss
"Under my lover's gaze and in his or her arms I feel myself change, open, flower. In this new territory I am free to create myself again." —Rebecca Leventhal Walker The fantasy: Love's a river of bliss. The reality: Love is missteps, silences, and how-could-yous. The two of you will not always swing blissfully on the same vine.
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