Love is the only law.
Graffiti scrawled on the front of the old post office in Gertrude Street. I look at it each morning and it makes me think if there are, indeed, any other all-empowering laws, I can't think of them.
How apt, I thought, when I stopped this morning and thought about it for a moment.
To love. To be loved. To love someone over and above anything else. Good times come and go, opportunities ebb and flow, but the love of another person is precious and should be nurtured.
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