Could the idea of dangling necklaces came from flowers, flowers that dangle, drooping down from their stems?
Maybe houses aren't really homes. They are like prison cells, with windows that are meant to fence us in. And we all go back to our cells, some bigger, some smaller, after a day of freedom.
Perhaps the smart don't know how to love, the rich don't know how to love, the good looking don't know how to love, but i'm sure the one with the heart does.
Bye~
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