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I asked myself who I was. “I am at peace, centered, open to acceptance, letting feelings go through. blah, blah, blah…” “No,” I stopped myself. “I let my feelings go…” “No,” I stopped myself again. “Who am I, really?” I thought for just a moment. “I am love.” I am just three words. I am love. Life is simply love. Every living thing, every leaf of a tree, every squirrel, every bug, is simply love. We are born, we love, and we die. What do we do between birth and death? We love. Because that is what we are.

Chris Plante

October 7, 2018

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