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The peony flowers
having fallen
we part without regrets

Hokushi
(1665 - 1718)



There are two ways of spreading light; to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

Edith Wharton
                                          

Shot Down

I plunge
swiftly downward,
my fragile wings crumpling
beneath the barrage of your cold,
harsh words.


Untarnished

Her ring
was worn with pride
a sparkling reminder
of a love that only grew more
golden

Andrea Da Costa


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