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Flowers do themselves. Life does itself. Love does itself. What is there left to do? Perfection. Wholeness. Completeness.

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Date: 11/3/2012 2:50:00 AM
Nice question Orma! It's the eternal search for our purpose in life - once we find the answer to the question, then our lives will offer contentment. Well written!
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