When I read about love…
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2 min readMar 2
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When I read about love, I form the words into pictures that I hang around my house.
I take these snapshots into my every day and hold them up against the conversation I had with a stranger, or the text message that showed up a little too late.
Sometimes I hold the pictures to the sun until they are almost transparent. Until I start to wonder if there is any substance to them at all.
