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The course of true love never did run smooth.
~William Shakespeare LOVE IS… Love is a rushing river passing over jagged rocks, smoothing the edges into shining stones, beautifying the surrounding habitation. Never can it be perfectly captured on film or canvas, yet marvelously spectacular on gazing upward from a raft or peering over a precipice. Love is green and vibrant… ethereal as the grass, trees and sky after an electrical thunderstorm passes. Love is the songbirds gently waking, calling us to celebrate the morning after a good night’s sleep. Love is an awakening, uncovering deep unknown and hidden passages. Love is medicine when we’re ailing, keeping us ‘til healing comes. Love raises the dead, bringing dormant emotion to life --- incomprehensible unless fully experienced. Love begets love even as life begets life. ~ 1 John 4:7&8
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