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To men like that, time was a surfeit. A barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it's a glowing puddle you carry in your hands. You should spend all your energy protecting it, fighting for it, working so hard not to spill a single drop.

I want a love that's so sure of itself, it doesn't have to shout.

I'm holed up at the end of the world with Han Solo. I can only hope that Darth Vader comes over the hill and takes his head off with a light saber.