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Mar 9
Today I stopped to imagine

If hindsight were foresight,
love languages always matched,
and needs were always met

If we never hurt each other
or let each other down
and if distance, time or death couldn’t separate

If only…

How rich and beautiful the tapestry of our connections would be
Written by
LostinJapan  Tokyo
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