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Which brings me to the question of why we always 'fall' in love. One falls down steps, off ladders, into rivers and down mountains. If love is so wonderful, why don't we soar in love or climb in love?

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Judith McNaught
Age: 80
Born: 1944
Born: May 10
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San Luis Obispo
California
Love
Brings
Rivers
Mountain
Ladders
Steps
Soar
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Climb
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