January 27, 2008
Maybe this is what we get in life, a few great loves: loves that return us to ourselves when we need it most. And maybe some of those loves aren’t people, but places — real and adopted homes — that fill us up with light and energy and hope at moments when we feel especially tired or lost. That is the beauty of love in all its forms. We don’t know when or how it is going to save us.

from last week’s Modern Love article in the NYTimes, by Laura Dave

somehow, I’d like to think we get more than a few great loves…   hmmmm…

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