I love you. More than all you know. I love you more than children. More than fields I've planted with my hands. I love you more than morning prayers or peace or food to eat. I love you more than sunlight, more than flesh or joy or one more day. I love you more than God.
You admire talents. Well, what happens to those of us who can’t create. What do we do? What do I do, when I’m overwhelmed with feelings about life? How do I get them out?
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