There once was a time when love meant something. Does such a time still exist, in this modern world of isolation and warfare? Is love still something to live and die for? Can we look through the rubble and the dust to see it, were it right in front of us? What is the love that you see? Tell us about it... Tell us your story.
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Saturday, June 25, 2011
Love Song
There once was a time when love meant something. Does such a time still exist, in this modern world of isolation and warfare? Is love still something to live and die for? Can we look through the rubble and the dust to see it, were it right in front of us? What is the love that you see? Tell us about it... Tell us your story.
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