23 February 2007

There are many kinds of love, and my story here of stranger comes to town has slowly evolved into one of love. Teacher love and fellow student love and housemate love and coffee shop owner love--across ages and genders and situations. Meanwhile, I hear from distant family and teachers, coworkers, friends and poets.

How rich is life? No two of us snowflakes the same. Our fortune comes when we take time to be with people attentively. To take pleasure in each distinct design. Our fortune comes when we see at this moment how wealthy we are.

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