In love, there is. This is the secret. To love is to be, and to be is to love. So be with love, said the snowman. The carrot just stood there. The oreo went twist, lick, dunk, and the whole wide western world stayed drunk. In the east, in the night, they found delight. In time, there is only the present. In the present, there is only love. And love is boring most times. And that's the best part. In boring times, you're challenged to get creative and find the very best that will come out of whatever it is you're bored with doing in the loving present. So be present. The words to describe how he made her feel were fickle, mumbled blubbering by a madman. There was never the right thing to say. Chris sat beside Crystal as she lay sleeping, wondering where her spirit roamed. His own soon wanders too; deep into his own cavernous pools of universal knowledge, through the fabrics of space and time, to a memory distant yet always within thought's reach. There had been anoth...
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