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I like the way you look at the sea.

I think we could last three weeks, maybe four A year... Or two, a hug, a kiss We'll try for bliss And see where the stars cross deep in the night See where our fate takes our flight

As soon as you don’t recognise their humanity yours is lost.

I have a couple of friends in Israel. One Jewish and one Palestinian. Neither in the horror that is gripping both of them can concede that their own side bears any responsibility. And they are both beautiful people. This is perhaps the saddest thing about the very sad situation.