When running up a hill, it is all right to give up as many times as you wish - as long as your feet keep moving.
Contributed by: Ewen
How did it happen that their lips came together?
How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts,
that the rose unfolds,
that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees
on the quivering summit of the hill?
A kiss, and all was said.
Contributed by: LeAnn
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