I fall in love with the strangest things. Unattainable, abstract, marvelous things. These small loves for great things become, in a way, the fabric my life is woven of. I long for great loves of small things, or even of ordinary people. But somehow, I'm not capable of those. I yearn for a heart easily swayed by romance, or faith. I want an open
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Seriously, though. Delightful time at Kona, and happy (belated) Birthday. Again. :o)
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Rachel "the shoe whore"
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