The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful. --- Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory. — Milan Kundera, from The Unbearable Lightness of Being: A Novel
Thank you, dearest Cheryl, for those three words spoken 37 years ago. I love you, too. --Wayne
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