A conversation took place in the tip of a night that lost its magical silence, between a brother and sister who loved to rob the night.
“Cry not for what has been lost, but for what will be lost” (my brother, 5/27/09)
“Losing people is not what you should cry for, but you should weep for the lost of yourself” (me, 5/27/09)
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May 27, 2009
