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  "textContent": "petaltexturedskies:\n\n> There isn’t anything in this world but mad love. Not in this world. No tame love, calm love, mild love, no so-so love. And of course, no reasonable love. Also there are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But, who wants easier? We dream of love, we moon about it,\n>\n>> **Mary Oliver** , from “March” in White Pine",
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