To My Wife
I was dead and now I live
You took my hand
I blindly died
You took my hand
You watched me die
And found my life
You were my life
When I was dead
You are my life
And so I live
Harold Pinter
June 2004
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Admiration for a quality or an art can be so strong that it deters us from striving to possess it. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
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