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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

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When someone you love becomes a memory, that memory becomes a treasure. From the time I was born there has been one woman other than my mother who has been by my side through it all, my grandmother. She was an epitome of strength who always managed to have a smile on her face despite all that she may have faced, a kind, caring, loving woman whose arms were always open and whose ears were always ready to listen and advice.