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A Novel by William Michaelian Chapter 22 |
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Everything that is, isn’t. Everything that isn’t, is. Living is a wonder. We die one moment, only to be born again the next. There is no line between sweetness and sorrow, or loneliness and joy. They are one and the same. There is only one thing, and that is life itself. Life is a gift. It is a moment that lasts forever, and then is quickly gone. Love. Love? I don’t understand it. I don’t understand anything. I never will. Love isn’t what anyone thinks it is. It isn’t what anyone wants it to be. It isn’t anything at all. It’s everything. Nothing can exist outside it. Nothing can survive without it. And pity the fool who denies it. Mary. My dear, sweet Mary. I love you. Uncle Leo loves you. I don’t know who he is, but I’m glad he came along. |
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