In Sunday school, love was taught like blueberriesbaking in crust: let simmer & don't eat it all at once.I always ate too much until my plate emptied. I don't wantto go, but I am alone in this feeling. Left to carry it gracefullyuntil I'm alive in someone else's memory.
-Joanna C. Valente
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