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Making Love?Is love like a loaf of bread that's baked, sliced, 'n eaten – or more like the air we breathe? What's it mean to "make love"? Is it something happening on pillows as beads of sweat roll off our flesh – or perhaps when just smiling and appreciating a single moment by moving less? Why can't we make love to sunlight or galaxies far away? Can't we achieve intimacy with oaks or oneness with candle flames? Those believing love happens only below the crotch might be happier by bringing their focus up a notch. |
