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No matter what is identified, it is Love.
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A red-faced cliff.
It's profile casting shadows
on the desert flow.
That is love.
A fertilized egg.
Its cells split;
one to flesh and one to bone.
That is love.
A forgotten seedling
struggles through the topsoil,
reaching for the sun.
That is love.
Two caressing arms
support your soul,
accepting your struggles as theirs.
That is love.
Rocks or cells, seeds or flesh.
all share Life's water;
all share Life's dust.
All is love.
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