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Love is whole. Love cannot be divided from itself. Love knows all paths, where even gods and cats are blind.F.T. McKinstry
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In the calm, deep waters of the mind, the wolf waits.F.T. McKinstry
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The light from his torch painted the barren forest in shades of his own reflection, black-haired, gray-eyed and pale for want of a touch. He pulled his cloak close, unable to determine which made him more uncomfortable: the dreary woods or the new moon settling onto his heart like a cloud of moths.F.T. McKinstry
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Love knows all paths, where even gods and cats are blind.F.T. McKinstry