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dearly beloved

A gentle melody that nudges— awakens, a memory it wasn’t love then, not yet just a noncommittal thought that you would always be there. The tune was dusty, metallic a music box phantom from somewhere the ashes of ashes vibrating soft melancholy of a forgotten matter of fact. to the unconditional love between a child …

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A. A. Milne

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a brigde and lean over to watch the river slowly slipping away beneath you, you'll suddenly know everything there is to be known. Whinnie the Pooh