What ibecause it become middle of the night, there came in  little naked dwarfs; and that they sat themselves upon the shoemaker’s bench, took up all the paintings that turned into cut out, and began to ply with their little arms, sewing and rapping and tapping away s Lovk? The eternal question we all carry around deep within our heart. Love is the eternal search. Love is eternal when we find it. But do we really ever find it ? When we define it do we negate it? When we set limits on what we believe to be love do we begin to destroy it by hoping to understand or own it for ourselves?
We offer it through all of our relationship we vary our giving, often by what we hope to receive in return. But is this seo business