About two months ago, I heard a conversation that shook me to the core.  All it took was one line.

“Who’d want to marry you?” a male voice had said.

It was spoken in jest, and it was not even directed at me.  … Read more

Of Wheat Fields and Foxes.

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near —
“Ah,” said the fox. “I shall cry.”
“It is your own fault,” said the little prince. “I never wished you any sort of harm, but you wanted me to tame you…”
“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.

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