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There is no special day needed for me to contemplate the absolute best thing about humans. It's a trait that doesn't observe boundaries, obstacles or long distances; the capacity to love and love endlessly. It doesn't seem to matter how many people and animals I already love, when a new one comes along that is even remotely lovable, there always seems to be room in that bottomless heart chamber that is reserved for new love. The miracle is that it in no way dilutes the old, established and forever love that's already stored in the other heart chambers.

It isn't really the heart though is it? It's probably the brain but a brain doesn't look as pretty on greeting cards.

Every day is Valentine's Day. x