Isn’t it funny how some things change so quickly?
Karen, a friend for one and a half years, suddenly transformed into the very definition of beauty. Isn’t it strange how we can never see ourselves with someone until we get to know them, and then we cannot imagine being apart from them? Isn’t it strange how when it seems that you’re at the end of your rope, you find that at the end of the rope there is a bouquet of flowers and a delicious glass of wine with steamed mussels? Isn’t it strange how we so easily abandon hope that things will get better, and the moment that we do, everything is transformed? Isn’t it strange how life can suddenly be so clear? Isn’t it strange how one minute the skies are dark and foreboding, laced with lightning that threatens to kills, and in the next moment the rains stop, the clouds part, and a rainbow appears? Isn’t it strange how the human heart works?
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