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Sunday
Jan172010

Happy Birthday, Britt


You've no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.


What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the Ocean.


Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.


It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these.


So- I've brought you a mirror.


Look at yourself and remember me.

-Rumi



Reader Comments (12)

Like bringing a vacuum to Outer Space.

January 18, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterwhall

that might just be the best damn birthday post ever.

January 18, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterhello haha narf

Don't forget to bring a towel.

January 18, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterHilly

Sniffle

January 18, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBre

@whall, Like bringing rice to China.

January 18, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFaiqa

@hello haha narf, thanks, honey, it was so good to see you this weekend. love you.

January 18, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFaiqa

@Hilly, For the drool, right?

January 18, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFaiqa

@Bre:)

January 18, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFaiqa

Oh honey...

January 18, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterNanna

Awww...
Like bringing beauty to Faiqa's soul....

January 18, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSybil Law

@Nanna, ::hug:: You did good. And thank you.

January 21, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFaiqa

@Sybil Law, Awww, I just saw this comment for some reason.

Like bringing suckage to Faiqa's e-mail.

January 21, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFaiqa

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