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Wednesday, February 3, 2010

...
Some time if we’re not yet,
if we’re not gone, if we’re not coming,
under seven layers of dust…
we’ll be together, love,
strangely confused together…

Pablo Neruda
Posted by IstvanBloggin' at 6:50 PM

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