“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” Anais Nin
I see the death of love in so many places. In the public square and the mass media. In culture itself.
I heard it once said affectio…
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