“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” Anaïs Nin A week ago, peaceful flower shops transformed into chaotic centres of colour and livelyContinue reading “The Opposite of Love”
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