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The good monks I once knew told me that love is like a muscle, if you don't use it you lose it. And even though in the confines of a cloistered Trappist Monastery you would think, where is the need for love? It was a challenge to be with the same people till death?
The curse of love is that it takes work at times.
But I do love what you say, truly true.
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Nothing Lasts But Nothing is lost
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