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Exercise: Spin class with the always fabulous Krysta.  25 miles!  Woot woot!



So I've been reading The History of Love as of late.  Thus far, it is hauntingly beautiful.

I picked it up years ago at a half price book store, and I honestly can't remember the motivation to do so.  Curiosity?  A recommendation of one of the employees, perhaps?  Or maybe the title.  For I hear, the best place to understand something is to start at the beginning.  Explore its past.

Nonetheless, it sat on that bookshelf for countless hours/days/month/years, until the day came when a moment of honesty led the inquisitive girl to learn of love.


"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."