The needle point of  pain is fire and ice..
it’s the knowing and the not knowing..
the near and the far..presence and absence..
the found and the lost..A pain both old and young..
that knows how to smile at itself and be petulant..
It is home in the cozy grooves of the heart..

And then suddenly it melts into a little memory with rounded edges that shivers only when you touch it.

Smile More. Laugh often. Love Always !

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