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The Grandeit isn't what we asked for it isn't what we planned but somewhere, somehow on the way we landed in the grande. I'm not sure of the moment where Cupid took his stand but the arrows found these sparrows and we landed in the grande. I don't know all that is to come or the measure of the sand we have left to share, but foul or fair, we landed in the grande. copyright William F. DeVault |
Author's Notes: Written to a lover with whom I have parted ways, but I have no hesitation in saying I feel as strongly for her as the day I wrote this work, about the amazement one feels at being drawn into love. Cowards die a thousand deaths, brave souls love with passion and a fierce devotion to the truth. Photo: florina becichi |