If we all looked at the face of each person we meet as if it were the face of our best, beloved, dearest friend and these were the last moments we would ever look into their soul through eyes, make notice of the beauty of their smile, then no matter where we were and no matter whose face was there when those our moments last come, the face we would always see would be the face of our best, beloved, dearest friend. And our best, beloved, dearest friend would be gazing always adoringly back in those our last moments last at the face of we.

Just LOVE,
Kip Baldwin
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“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.” ~ Alfred Tennyson