So, this is my life.

And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

hugo says...

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes -- and the stars through his soul.

that's lovely, victor. and so true. oh, that it would always feel like that! even when the days are long, when the work is hard, when the waistband is tight...

what else matters?

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