Monday, 18 April 2011

My other half



"Today I begin to understand what love must be. 
If it exists. When we are parted we each feel the 
lack of the other half of ourselves.












We are incomplete like a book in two volumes
of which the first has been lost. That is what
I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence."

(my own pictures)

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