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Much needed read today, Mary. Thank you. Your last line made me think of Gibran and his words on love:

Love has no other desire but to fulfil

itself.

But if you love and must needs have

desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook

that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own under-

standing of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart

and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate

love’s ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with grati-

tude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the

beloved in your heart and a song of praise

upon your lips.

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THIS!!!!

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