“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…
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2 years ago · 2 likes · Terry Weaver
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