“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.” - Ray Bradbury

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one by land, two by sea: why are we so desperate for the affection of the friend who never...

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why are we so desperate for the affection of the friend who never calls, the cheeks that slide away from our lips, the eyes that never meet our own? our grasping hands always reach out for the love we do not have. we are never content with the love that is already ours. if we do not have it, if it…

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