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Love on a Cloudy Day

Am I living life as if it is a cloudy day, waiting for that moment when the sun comes out? To often I wait to share my love, treating love like it was fragile and precious, or holding my love back as if it was in short supply. Truth is love is none of these things. Love is the hero of my story, a conquerer of self, is boundless and love’s greatness at times frightens me. Love has no agenda, yet I may fear the change it brings upon me. For to live as love I must abandon being the clouds in my life and admit that I am the sun.

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