She loved so much.
She loved profusely. Every morning she woke, every breath she took, was bathed in love. Love of her friends, her family, and all of her life’s challenges, because they brought her to the point of being able to realize her love. She loved the people in her life and the deeds they did for her. She loved men, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers. She loved children. She loved happiness. She loved fearlessness. She loved community. She loved him. She loved the sorrows of her past. She loved wholesomely. She loved well. She healed. She hoped. She soared. She sang. She forgave. And she lived.
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