The roots of love sink down and deep and strike out far,

and they are arteries that feed our lives,

so we must see that they get the water and sun they need so they can nourish us.

And when you put something good into the world,

something good comes back to you.

— Merle Shain in Hearts That We Broke Long Ago

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