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What does it mean to Love? well, I would suppose it doesn't mean anything.
Maybe Love simply comes after meanings fall away.
So when I'm happy and joyful and just doing it then whatever's in front of me is that... that is.
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Once upon a time was, and was within the time, and through and around the time, the little seedling sown, was always and within, and the huge great tree grown.
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