I like you imperfectly, the way I like stars. Of stars I know so little I should probably keep mum, for the stars burn away though we see their light, for the stars collapse, for the human eye converts them to heroes--akin I think to the affairs of living. For I love success and work. For I admire the steadfastness of children. And the stoicism of the old I admire most of all. You see my predicament. I like you. You are not of heaven or earth. You are never never still.


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Posted by: Kaite O'Reilly | June 19, 2012 at 02:42 PM