It's weird how many things are written about love.
I glance up from my screen and I spy with my little eye a couple walking hand in hand lovingly. Young, old, their love doesn't discriminate; it transcends generations. Whether it be the love of a parent for their child, a young blossoming romance, or a familiar elderly . . .
My butt fell asleep. Ouchies :(
But yeah. Love amazes me. There's more to say . . . but in time.
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