Love is the unification of two equal opposites to create new love." ~ Amunhotep El Bey — Amunhotep El Bey
Love is the unification of two equal opposites to create new love." ~ Amunhotep El Bey — Amunhotep El Bey
Love is the unification of two equal opposites to create new love." ~ Amunhotep El Bey — Amunhotep El Bey
Love is the unification of two equal opposites to create new love." ~ Amunhotep El Bey — Amunhotep El Bey
Love is the unification of two equal opposites to create new love." ~ Amunhotep El Bey — Amunhotep El Bey
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Love is the unification of two equal opposites to create new love." ~ Amunhotep El Bey

— Amunhotep El Bey
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