“True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings.” -Shakespeare

 "The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn." ~ Patricia Hampl

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I love you neither with my heart
nor with my mind
My heart might stop
My mind can forget
I love you with my soul
Because my soul never
stops or forgets.

Rumi