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Thursday, November 13, 2008
Love Dogs
alfred eisenstaedt
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection.
There are love dogs
no one knows the names of.
Give your life
to be one of them.
-excerpt from Love Dogs by Rumi
(translation Coleman Barks)
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