I love so much. I carry it with me always. I try to keep my speech full of it. I bring it to any person I greet, and I hope to leave with a little more than I started. I see it everywhere, every making, leaving, and marking. I can see it bright in the eyes of others, most notably in the eyes of mothers. It heals any hurt, especially for the departed. Oddly it too is one of the steps towards madness, and from this sickness there is no relief. Beware those who wield it loosely. Their touch can be the most delightful of pain.
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