I planted the seeds of my sorrow in this...

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I planted the seeds of my sorrow in this forgotten and barren land. Watered with tears I couldn't swallow and blood from my weary hands. Oh the harvest that was to follow, as roses from Arabian sands tell tales of a better tomorrow, and hope in my Maker's plans. ~Suhaib Rumi

For a long time now, every meeting with another...

For a long time now, every
meeting with another human
being has been a collision. I feel
too much, sense too much, am
exhausted by the reverberations
after even the simplest
conversation.
- May Sarton

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