Then he said,
"But there are four lamps of thanksgiving always before me. The first is for my creation out of the same earth with such a woman as you. The second is that I have not, with all my faults, gone after strange women. You cannot think how a man's self restraint is rewarded in this. The third is that I have tried to love everything alive, and it has been but a dim preparation for loving you. The fourth is... but no words can express that. Here ends my previous existence. Take it: it led me to you."
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The ramblings, writings and musings of an apprentice. Because "poets are damned but see with the eyes of angels"


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