In the night before Valentines day I had a dream of writing a letter.
A letter ....telling my life story
...
and saying
"I love you ..."
It was for Amanda Fucking Palmer.
A cute dream and I really do have a big respect for this mad woman.
But love? Nah, I don't know. I prefer not to use this word for the vague meaning it has.
I would call this feeling gratitude.
Cheers!
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