Love suffers long, and is kind.
It is not proud.
Love bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things,
and endures all things.
Love never fails.
And now these three remain, faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these,
is love.
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I tell stories in pictures and letters. Here lay all roads of my mind.
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