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Our own new country

December 10, 2010

Sometimes, love asks us to scale mountains, and other times, traverse the sea. We travel miles in search of the most right heart. We sift mementos from the journey to make sure we have chosen the most true itinerary.

When wayfaring finds companion, the connection is like a passport issued by a rare consulate. There is some greater authority there, in that place where we nestle tightly, set down the suitcase, and become, in that moment, our own new country.

* For EJ & JP on their wedding day

 

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