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She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?


- Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist  (via theywantmoore)

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