not mine

she is not “my girl.”

she belongs to herself, and to all of the world. and i am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

how much more blessed can I be?

– avraham chaim, thoughts after the alchemist

thoughts?

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