Monday, November 19, 2012

Sheryl_7_DQ20


"Love is a fruit, in season at all times and within the reach of every hand. Anyone may gather it and no limit is set."
Mother Teresa

When i think in love...
Hard work, Creative skills, Headache, warmth, a seed that grows along the time, a baby that must be treated with patient and affection...

"Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind."
John Galsworthy


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