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By Leela Date: 2004 Jan 18 Comment on this Work [[2004.01.18.19.22.16025]] |
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"A life without love is like a year without summer." The Swedish Proverb was printed on a medallion that hung from her rear view mirror. She had found it in a box of green tea. But what if you live in a place where it's always warm? Had the Swedish Poet thought of that? Would that mean that it was always summer, and there would always be love? Or did it mean that it was never summer and she'd never find love? Had she cursed herself by moving there? The thought disappeared as she rolled down her window to feel the warm January sun on her shoulder. |