Perhaps not as abstract as some of the others. A gentle current beneath the surface of the sea,
tugging steadily, as such currents do. Everything caught in it's pull just sort of leans that way, living life in perpetual, peaceful surrender to it's caress. Love is such a current,
pulling us gently toward that which brings peace. I don't really see love as coming about because of a certain person or thing; it's always here. Someone or something may remind
us of it's presence; a friend, a flower, maybe even a piece of art!
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