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“Love” they agreed “was not becoming looks or fleeting feelings”.
No, love was not the port to hide in. Love was facing the tempest face on, hand in hand. Love was holding together when the cruel sea ravaged around. Love wasn’t the sunshine – it was looking at those angry storms of life and declaring that this bond was built on stoic ground, walled in fortitude, guarded in fierce resilience. Love was not that fleeting feeling. It was the even keel, knowing each found solitude in the safety of each other.

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