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63 Portland, Oregon, United States
Seeking: Female 52 - 67
Occupation: Laborer / Manufacturing
52 Wollongong, New South Wales, Australia
Seeking: Female 30 - 50
Occupation: Laborer / Manufacturing
49 Braunschweig, Lower Saxony, Germany
Seeking: Female 26 - 52
Occupation: Laborer / Manufacturing
One day a young man stood in the middle of the city and declared that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart because it was perfect. There was no spot or flat in him. Yes, they all agreed, it really was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted even louder about his beautiful heart. Suddenly an old man appeared in front of the crowd and said, "Well, your heart isn't nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating hard, but it was full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and others replaced. But they didn't fit properly and there were some frayed corners...in fact, there were deep gouges in some places with entire pieces missing. People stared at him and thought: How can he say his heart is more beautiful? The young man looked at the old man's heart, saw its condition and laughed, "You must be joking," he said, "comparing your heart to mine. Mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears." "Yes," said the old man, "your looks perfect, but I would never trade places with you. Each scar represents a person I have given my love to. I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, And often give me a piece of your heart to fit in the empty space of my heart but because the pieces don't fit exactly i have some rough edges which i really appreciate as it reminds me of the love we shared sometimes have I also have a piece Of my heart without the other giving me a piece of his heart back.These are the empty furrows.Giving love sometimes also means taking a risk.Even if these furrows are painful, they remain open and they also remember me to love.