"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
----- (Act II, Scene II) "Romeo and Juliet", William Shakespeare
Halfway There, But Still Hurting
13 hours ago
Memory is fleeting. And so we try to capture the past and the present. A face in a crowd, the light of the moon. Things one cannot hold on to.
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