Not Seasonal

“Anything born
in spring
dies in the fall,
but love is
not seasonal.”
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` Rumi

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Twenty-four, seven, all week long,
all month long, all year long and forever long,
true love is alive and well in the heart of the loving.
Remember, seasonal is for the birds and the bees,
for the soul hat loves, there is no season.
Love is not seasonal.
Love is helping someone love themselves.
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ME and the Boss

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