Something special happens to the mind when there is the prospect of love. It seems to flutter. Thoughts become lighter, softer, more springy.
The world around you glows and, smiling warmly, it rustles your hair with kisses. Obstacles transform, become instructive, palliative.
The world around you glows and, smiling warmly, it rustles your hair with kisses. Obstacles transform, become instructive, palliative.
It is a grand excursion steered on by foolish hopefulness.
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