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If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hope-er, a pray-er, a magic-bean-buyer... if you're a pretender, come sit by my fire for we have some flax golden tales to spin. My personal blog: Letters to no one.
“You have this bourgoeois notion that in order for love to be real it has to be permanent. Nothing is permanent. That’s just a fact. We move in and out of loving other people but that doesn’t make the love any less real.”