Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along. — Patricia Robin Woodruff
Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along. — Patricia Robin Woodruff
Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along. — Patricia Robin Woodruff
Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along. — Patricia Robin Woodruff
Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along. — Patricia Robin Woodruff
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Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along.

— Patricia Robin Woodruff
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