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And that is love. Only authentic love survives time and its reversals, I think.

You mentioned "Sonnet 29" in another comment, @creatr; what Shakespeare expresses there--I've just reread it--about one's being lucky to be next to our true beloved is similar to what I feel when I see these oil paintings by Zampighi.

Thanks for your comment, I'm in your library right now ☻♥ (Others reading this comment should try clicking on your GIF above, too.)

Yes, I haven't forgotten that Sonnet 29 although many years have passed.

Thanks, my new friend, for sharing your appreciation of my library. ;)