Yesterday as I dragged my feet back to the kitchen carrying a tray laden with left overs from a wedding celebration, my mind could not rest. It mulled incessantly over the meaning of love. What is this ambiguous feeling that we all desperately search for in the hopes that one day it will appear in our lives? Why is it so important? And do we really need to search for it? If it is, in fact, so great surely it is right here all around us all the time?
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