Such a beautiful glass, cut crystal, prisms the light, elegant in the hand, soft on the lips. The sun dances through its stem and rainbows leap across the table. It will break, eventually. It will fall from the table, or slip from condensation-slickened fingers. Our time together will be over. Because it will break, it is more beautiful,
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I saw this on my friends of friends page. I had a strange day but reading this kind of helped. I hope you don't mind if I add you?
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I'd like to share this with some friends on FB, would that be okay?
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