September 29th, 2012
In bed they made love. Love doesn’t just sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread, re-made all the time, made new. When it was made, they lay in each other’s arms, holding love, asleep.
Ursula Le Guin, Lathe of Heaven (thanks to Will Essife for sharing)
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