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Sometimes love is like a rose, needing constant feeding and care. Other times it is like a desert bloom. Always it is like the magic of a sunrise and the awe of a distant sunset. It is warm and glowing, hilarious and sacred, light as a feather's touch yet deep as an artesion well ever flowing.
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very nice...ty for sharing
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that is nice!
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True
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Well, I don't totally agree... but, none the less... well put.
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