"Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away ...

Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.
~ Margaret Atwood ~











Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic...
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