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Thursday, November 19, 2009

November 19, 1972

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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