The verb To Love. It is liquid fire, it is a moving tide, it is the sweet headiness of Ambrosia taken on an empty stomach, it is the sound of ice particles chiming on crystal, it is a weeping Cello, a keening widow at a grave-side, arctic snow shadowed by the Northern lights, early morning showers, mango blossoms, bees, salt, headaches, a terrible moment such as this, it is dangerous,  it is living and breathing without need of a single word,…

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