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" Love (they say) sometimes flies, sometimes walks, runs with one, creeps with another, warms a third, burns a fourth, wounding some, and slaying others. In one moment it begins, performs and concludes its career; lays siege in the morning to a fortress which is surrendered before night, there being no fortress that can withstand its power.” —Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra "
― Susan Meissner , A Fall of Marigolds