Tuesday, March 6, 2012

" ... and honey, you know me, it's all or none ... "

Something I saw, and needed to share.

Because it is honestly and simply perfect. 


The Uses of Sorrow (Mary Oliver)

(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)

Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.

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