(love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation) it’s one year later, and i still can’t believe how lucky i was to share sixteen years of my life with the siamese cat i called chloe. one look into her piercing azure eyes that november day in 1993, and i was hooked. she [...]
it’s all there, but hard to find the beginning and impossible to fathom the end. (jeanette winterson)
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