Ash," she whispered, you know I love you desperately, right?"He drew her face up and kissed her, his mouth hot and demanding. Heat dove through her middle and she tossed the Sahar aside so she could slide both hands into his hair.You know you are my heart and soul," he murmured against her mouth.
     ― Annette Marie,
  
    
      Unleash the Storm

Ash,” she whispered, you know I love you desperately, right?”He drew her face up...

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Ash," she whispered, you know I love you desperately, right?"He drew her face up and kissed her, his...
She drew it out only rarely, for it was a piece of her past that never failed to pierce her heart.
     ― Christy English,
  
    
      Love on a Midsummer Night

She drew it out only rarely, for it was a piece of her past...

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She drew it out only rarely, for it was a piece of her past that never failed to...
Mary" was my mother’s motherAnd my sister too.There’s rain in the river.There’s a river running throughTo the sea around these islands,Crying tears of sorrow and pain.There’s rain in the river;There’s a river in my veins.Mary, young as we may be, you know the blood in you and me is as old as blood can be (is as old as blood can be.)Living lines of memory drew the markings on my hands.Ancient lines of living love are waking in this land,Saying: I am in the city, in the forest and the field;I am in the bounty, come on, know me as I yield.I am in the falcon, in the otter and the stoat;I am in the turtle dove with nowhere left to go.And in the moment of blind madness, as he’s pushing her away,I am in the lover and in the ear who hears her say:'Can we begin again? Oh baby it’s me again. I know you are so different to me but I love you just the same. I love you just the same. Love you just the same. I love you just the same.'"Mary Ethel Ruddock, 1912 to 72,Though we never met in flesh, now I remember youWere warm and you were gentle; you were modest; you were kind.A mother, wife and gran; you were a woman of your time.Do we know your life in colour?Do we celebrate your flame,Remembering your offeringWith a candle in your name?Mary, young as we may be, you know the blood in you and me is as old as blood can be (is as old as blood can be).She says:"I am in the living;I am in the dying too.I am in the stillness,Can you see me as I move?I am in the Hawthorn, in the Apple and the Beech;I am in the mayhem and the medicine of speech.And in the moment of blind madness, as he’s pushing her away,I am in the lover and in the ear who hears her say:'Can we begin again? Oh baby it’s me again. I know you are so different to me but I love you just the same. I love you just the same. Love you just the same. I love you just the same.
     ― Nick Mulvey

Mary” was my mother’s motherAnd my sister too.There’s rain in the river.There’s a river...

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Mary" was my mother’s motherAnd my sister too.There’s rain in the river.There’s a river running throughTo the sea...
Mary" was my mother’s motherAnd my sister too.There’s rain in the river.There’s a river running throughTo the sea around these islands,Crying tears of sorrow and pain.There’s rain in the river;There’s a river in my veins.Mary, young as we may be, you know the blood in you and me is as old as blood can be (is as old as blood can be.)Living lines of memory drew the markings on my hands.Ancient lines of living love are waking in this land,Saying: I am in the city, in the forest and the field;I am in the bounty, come on, know me as I yield.I am in the falcon, in the otter and the stoat;I am in the turtle dove with nowhere left to go.And in the moment of blind madness, as he’s pushing her away,I am in the lover and in the ear who hears her say:'Can we begin again? Oh baby it’s me again. I know you are so different to me but I love you just the same. I love you just the same. Love you just the same. I love you just the same.'"Mary Ethel Ruddock, 1912 to 72,Though we never met in flesh, now I remember youWere warm and you were gentle; you were modest; you were kind.A mother, wife and gran; you were a woman of your time.Do we know your life in colour?Do we celebrate your flame,Remembering your offeringWith a candle in your name?Mary young as we may be, you know the blood in you and me is as old as blood can be (is as old as blood can be).She says:"I am in the living;I am in the dying too.I am in the stillness,Can you see me as I move?I am in the Hawthorn, in the Apple and the Beech;I am in the mayhem and the medicine of speech.And in the moment of blind madness, as he’s pushing her away,I am in the lover and in the ear who hears her say:'Can we begin again? Oh baby it’s me again. I know you are so different to me but I love you just the same. I love you just the same. Love you just the same. I love you just the same.
     ― Nick Mulvey

Mary” was my mother’s motherAnd my sister too.There’s rain in the river.There’s a river...

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Mary" was my mother’s motherAnd my sister too.There’s rain in the river.There’s a river running throughTo the sea...
Mary" was my mother’s motherAnd my sister too.There’s rain in the river.There’s a river running throughTo the sea around these islands,Crying tears of sorrow and pain.There’s rain in the river;There’s a river in my veins.Mary, young as we may be, you know the blood in you and me is as old as blood can be (is as old as blood can be.)Living lines of memory drew the markings on my hands.Ancient lines of living love are waking in this land.Saying: I am in the city, in the forest and the field;I am in the bounty, come on, know me as I yield.I am in the falcon, in the otter and the stoat;I am in the turtle dove with nowhere left to go.And in the moment of blind madness, as he’s pushing her away,I am in the lover and in the ear who hears her say:'Can we begin again? Oh baby it’s me again. I know you are so different to me but I love you just the same. I love you just the same. Love you just the same. I love you just the same.'"Mary Ethel Ruddock, 1912 to 72,Though we never met in flesh, now I remember youWere warm and you were gentle; you were modest; you were kind.A mother, wife and gran; you were a woman of your time.Do we know your life in colour?Do we celebrate your flame,Remembering your offeringWith a candle in your name?Mary young as we may be, you know the blood in you and me is as old as blood can be (is as old as blood can be).She says:"I am in the living;I am in the dying too.I am in the stillness,Can you see me as I move?I am in the Hawthorn, in the Apple and the Beech;I am in the mayhem and the medicine of speech.And in the moment of blind madness, as he’s pushing her away,I am in the lover and in the ear who hears her say:'Can we begin again? Oh baby it’s me again. I know you are so different to me but I love you just the same. I love you just the same. Love you just the same. I love you just the same.
     ― Nick Mulvey

Mary” was my mother’s motherAnd my sister too.There’s rain in the river.There’s a river...

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Mary" was my mother’s motherAnd my sister too.There’s rain in the river.There’s a river running throughTo the sea...
Mary" was my mother’s motherAnd my sister too.There’s rain in the river.There’s a river running throughTo the sea around these islands,Crying tears of sorrow and pain.There’s rain in the river;There’s a river in my veins.Mary, young as we may be, you know the blood in you and me is as old as blood can be (is as old as blood can be.)Living lines of memory drew the markings on my hands.Ancient lines of living love are waking in this land.Saying: I am in the city, in the forest and the field;I am in the bounty, come on, know me as I yield.I am in the falcon, in the otter and the stoat;I am in the turtle dove with nowhere left to go.And in the moment of blind madness, as he’s pushing her away,I am in the lover and in the ear who hears her say:Can we begin again? Oh baby it’s me again. I know you are so different to me but I love you just the same. I love you just the same. Love you just the same. I love you just the same. Mary Ethel Ruddock, 1912 to 72,Though we never met in flesh, now I remember youWere warm and you were gentle; you were modest; you were kind.A mother, wife and gran; you were a woman of your time.Do we know your life in colour?Do we celebrate your flame,Remembering your offeringWith a candle in your name?Mary young as we may be, you know the blood in you and me is as old as blood can be (is as old as blood can be). She says:I am in the living;I am in the dying too.I am in the stillness,Can you see me as I move?I am in the Hawthorn, in the Apple and the Beech;I am in the mayhem and the medicine of speech.And in the moment of blind madness, as he’s pushing her away,I am in the lover and in the ear who hears her say:Can we begin again? Oh baby it’s me again. I know you are so different to me but I love you just the same. I love you just the same. Love you just the same. I love you just the same.
     ― Nick Mulvey

Mary” was my mother’s motherAnd my sister too.There’s rain in the river.There’s a river...

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Mary" was my mother’s motherAnd my sister too.There’s rain in the river.There’s a river running throughTo the sea...
small bathroom she drew on her nightdress again in order
     ― William Trevor,
  
    
      Love and Summer

small bathroom she drew on her nightdress again in order ...

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small bathroom she drew on her nightdress again in order ― William Trevor, ...
Loving black people has never been normative in America.
     ― Drew G.I. Hart,
  
    
      Trouble I've Seen: Changing the Way the Church Views Racism

Loving black people has never been normative in America. ―...

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Loving black people has never been normative in America. ― Drew G.I. Hart, ...
self-control isn’t about you. It’s about surrendering to God’s purposes for you. And it’s not about getting success or money or power. In the end, it’s about love.
     ― Drew Dyck,
  
    
      Your Future Self Will Thank You: Secrets to Self-Control from the Bible and Brain Science

self-control isn’t about you. It’s about surrendering to God’s purposes for you. And it’s...

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self-control isn’t about you. It’s about surrendering to God’s purposes for you. And it’s not about getting success...
It’s no coincidence that the fruit of the Spirit Paul lists (love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control) has a communal dimension.
     ― Drew Dyck,
  
    
      Your Future Self Will Thank You: Secrets to Self-Control from the Bible and Brain Science

It’s no coincidence that the fruit of the Spirit Paul lists (love, joy, peace,...

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It’s no coincidence that the fruit of the Spirit Paul lists (love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,...