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when two solitudes greet, touch and protect each other.--Rainer Rilke |
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Where love is, no room is too small.--Talmud |
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Paradise is always where love dwells.--Jean Paul F. Richter |


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we are each of us angels with only one wing. And we can only fly while embracing each other.--Lucian de Croszonza |
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to love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.--Karen Sunde |
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a feeling heart, suffers pain.
Silver Beach, Michigan.
Photography: Siagian |







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