June 10, 2004

• My Favorite Love Poem By Somebody Else
  
  When the world is reduced
  to a single dark wood
  for our four eyes’ astonishment,
  to a beach for two faithful children,
  to a musical house for our
  pure sympathy,
  
  I shall find you.
  
  (Arthur Rimbaud)
  
  
  
  
  Deep Thought: The first thing was, I learned to forgive myself. Then I told myself, “Go ahead and do whatever you want, it’s okay by me.”
  Today I am grateful for: Other languages
  
  

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