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  • We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you will come and carry me out into the palace of winds. That's all I've wanted — to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on earth without maps. -The English Patient
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August 24, 2009

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Beanie

Oh, L, this is so beautiful and so sad. I'm sorry you lost your friend. He sounds like he was a special guy.

And why do mothers do sh*t like that to us? We need to remember these things when our kids are grown.

Thank you for sharing this.

g

Oh, my. What a story. I was reading almost expecting to discover at the end you married him. How sad he died so young.

What a lovely tribute to him.

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